Or hath yon faint far Hope firmer foothold than they;
And may we climb from wildering mist to undeluding day?
The shepherd calling to his fellows
In sparry hollows of the crags,
Many a mountain demon bellows
Among wild, caverned peaks and jags.
Flowers in the pastoral valley
Ever with soft breezes dally,
Mellow bells of mild-eyed kine,
While they saunter, and recline,
Soothe the sense; on waters green
A white-winged shallop sails serene.
In a lofty upland bower
Of foliage, whose verdures dower
Far-off bloom of lake and hill
With lovelier beauty, musing still,
'Neath young leaves I see fair roses
Glowing over violet water,
Whose calm iris-gleam reposes,
Faintly clouded, Heaven's daughter,
Leman's poet-haunted water!
A far village in the heat
Resting at the mountain's feet.
Beyond, how solemnly!
Among the cliffs of Meillerie,
