UNANSWERED
Where mountain-peaks rose far and high
Into the blue, unclouded sky,
And waves of green, like billowy seas,
Tossed proudly in the freshening breeze,
Into the blue, unclouded sky,
And waves of green, like billowy seas,
Tossed proudly in the freshening breeze,
I rode one morning, late in June.
The glad winds sang a pleasant tune;
The air, like draughts of rarest wine,
Made every breath a joy divine.
The glad winds sang a pleasant tune;
The air, like draughts of rarest wine,
Made every breath a joy divine.
With roses all the way was bright;
Yet there upon that upland height
The darlings of the early spring—
Blue violets—were blossoming.
Yet there upon that upland height
The darlings of the early spring—
Blue violets—were blossoming.
And all the meadows, wide unrolled,
Were green and silver, green and gold,
Where buttercups and daisies spun
Their shining tissues in the sun.
Were green and silver, green and gold,
Where buttercups and daisies spun
Their shining tissues in the sun.
Over its shallow, pebbly bed,
A sparkling river gayly sped,
Nor cared that deeper waters bore
A grander freight from shore to shore.
A sparkling river gayly sped,
Nor cared that deeper waters bore
A grander freight from shore to shore.
It sung, it danced, it laughed, it played,
In sunshine now, and now in shade;
In sunshine now, and now in shade;
