VI.
Scene on the Grampians.
Nè greggi nè armenti
Guida bifolco mai, guida pastore.
Guida bifolco mai, guida pastore.
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Amid this vast, tremendous solitude,1
Where nought is heard except the wild wind’s sigh,2
Or savage raven’s deep and hollow cry,3
With awful thought the spirit is embued !— 4
Around—around, for many a weary mile,5
The Alpine masses stretch ; the heavy cloud6
Cleaves round their brows, concealing with its shroud7
Bleak, barren rocks, unthawed by summer’s smile.8
Nought but the desart mountains and lone sky9
Are here ;— birds sing not, and the wandering bee10
Searches for flowers in vain ; nor shrub, nor tree,11
Nor human habitation greets the eye12
Of heart-struck pilgrim ; while around him lie13
Silence and desolation, what is he !14