“I woke to hear the lullaby” [“The Arve at Chamouni”] [poem]
I woke to hear the lullaby
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Of the fie swift river rolling by
Monotonous yet beautiful
Ever t the gentle pebbly swift swell
Of ever And every ripple lent his plash
Joining in chorus wi
Of m every mighty mountain stream
That joyful sung his morning hymn
His iris glory round him quivering
Where his white showery falls were shivering
There is a melancholy smile
On natures features fair the while
When the dank dews descending grey,
Weep for the loss of parting day
There is a sad and soft complaining
In the light breeze when day is waning
The evening star is fair and full
But it is passing sorrowfull
And merry is the laughing light
That blushes oer the heavens height
That stream and bird and for breeze and tree
V For very joy sing merrily
When wakes the morn the morn the mountain snows
From their cold fixed pale repose
It was a most enchanting vision
The morning mists had upwards risen
And floating in the fields of air
Lay in long lines most calmly there
You could not call them clouds I wist
They were not smoke they were not mist
They were a sort of visible breeze,
Touching the tops of the pine trees
That as we passed beneath, and strook
Their stretchy branches ever shook
The laughing showers of lightso dancing dew
Reflecting every rainbow hue
Or clinging to the clusters dank
of bright green moss upon the bank
And where those pines their crests had cloven
How rich the sun was interwoven
And smiling through the leafy shade
Among the spangled grass it played
And drank the dew from flower and blade
Melting the heavy drops to air
That so dragged down the gossamer
Ruskin's line number
520Of the fie swift river rolling by
Monotonous yet beautiful
Ever t the gentle pebbly swift swell
Of ever And every ripple lent his plash
System generated line number
5Joining in chorus wi
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t
h the dash
Ruskin's line number
525Of m every mighty mountain stream
That joyful sung his morning hymn
His iris glory round him quivering
Where his white showery falls were shivering
System generated line number
10There is a melancholy smile
Ruskin's line number
530On natures features fair the while
When the dank dews descending grey,
Weep for the loss of parting day
There is a sad and soft complaining
System generated line number
15In the light breeze when day is waning
Ruskin's line number
535The evening star is fair and full
But it is passing sorrowfull
And merry is the laughing light
That blushes oer the heavens height
System generated line number
20That stream and bird and for breeze and tree
Ruskin's line number
540V For very joy sing merrily
When wakes the morn the morn the mountain snows
From their cold fixed pale repose
It was a most enchanting vision
System generated line number
25The morning mists had upwards risen
Ruskin's line number
545And floating in the fields of air
Lay in long lines most calmly there
You could not call them clouds I wist
They were not smoke they were not mist
System generated line number
30They were a sort of visible breeze,
Ruskin's line number
550Touching the tops of the pine trees
That as we passed beneath, and strook
Their stretchy branches ever shook
The laughing showers of lightso dancing dew
System generated line number
35Reflecting every rainbow hue
Ruskin's line number
555Or clinging to the clusters dank
of bright green moss upon the bank
And where those pines their crests had cloven
How rich the sun was interwoven
System generated line number
40And smiling through the leafy shade
Ruskin's line number
560Among the spangled grass it played
And drank the dew from flower and blade
Melting the heavy drops to air
That so dragged down the gossamer
System generated line number
45