"It was an eve of summer, mild" ["Lago Maggiore"] [poem]
It was an eve of summer, mild,
a
As ever looked the pale moon through
That the deep waters were beguiled
Into such rest, that as the blue,
The moveless blue of the high heaven
Such sleep was to the waters
That as in lethargy it lay 1
Waveless and tideless, soft and grey
As chasmless glacier, b Voicelessly
The little barks came gliding by
Apparently without a wind
Leaving long ripply wakes behind,
It would have seemed a lifeless sea
But there arose colossally 2
Beyond the mist horizon, where,
The waters mingled with the air
The spirits of gigantic things,
Lords of the earth and air and sky. 3
Where the white heaven cloud in his gathering
Concealment everlastingly
The mountain snow, like scattered flocks
Speckled on high the red ribbed rocks,
Or down the ravines rolling blue
Its crisped surge oer the green fields threw
Flinging the icewaves far and wide
Like the tortured spray of the ocean tide
On the green of the meadows and mountain side
Yet was there such a softness shed
Upon the rude alps stormy head
On massive wood and stormy
Flashing river and polished g lake c
Ruskin's line number
890As ever looked the pale moon through
That the deep waters were beguiled
Into such rest, that as the blue,
The moveless blue of the high heaven
System generated line number
5Such sleep was to the waters
low lake
given
Ruskin's line number
895That as in lethargy it lay 1
Waveless and tideless, soft and grey
As chasmless glacier, b Voicelessly
The little barks came gliding by
System generated line number
10Apparently without a wind
Ruskin's line number
900Leaving long ripply wakes behind,
65
It would have seemed a lifeless sea
But there arose colossally 2
Beyond the mist horizon, where,
System generated line number
15The waters mingled with the air
Ruskin's line number
905The spirits of gigantic things,
Lords of the earth and air and sky. 3
Where the white heaven cloud in his gathering
around them
flingsConcealment everlastingly
System generated line number
20The mountain snow, like scattered flocks
Ruskin's line number
910Speckled on high the red ribbed rocks,
Or down the ravines rolling blue
Its crisped surge oer the green fields threw
Flinging the icewaves far and wide
System generated line number
25Like the tortured spray of the ocean tide
Ruskin's line number
915On the green of the meadows and mountain side
Breaking broad oer the mountain side
Yet was there such a softness shed
Upon the rude alps stormy head
On massive wood and stormy
russet
brake
System generated line number
30Flashing river and polished g lake c
Ruskin's line number
920