"Splugen" [poem]
Splugen 1
A little cultivated space
Amid the rocky wilderness 2
It was not so conspicuous seen
Where every mountain top was green
But that a little hamlet lay
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5

With its enclosures, mid the array
Of the dark pines, most peacefully
And a few cattle stray
ed
ing
along

Browsing the grass the rocks among
Ringing their bells, and here and there
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10

Poised on rock pinnacles i the air
Looked out from his round glassy eye,
The mountain goat suspiciously
And drop by drop a little spring
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660

Down the smooth crag came glistering,
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15

With a sweet tinkling sound, and fell
Into a massed receptacled
The long trunk of an aged fir,
You scarce could see the water there
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665

So clear it ran, and sparkled round
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20

Then gurgled oer the grassy ground
Marking its course by the fresh green
Of the grass blades it danced between
I drank, and rested, and would fain
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670

have stopped to gaze and gaze again
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25

And rest awhile the wearied eye,
Wearied with wild sublimity
No, on, the peaceful bourne is past
The rocks around are closing fast,
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675

Higher and higher towards the heaven
Ruskin's line number
6
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30

Betwixt the cliffs our road is riven,
Or twining round the hill side bare
With many a bend, 3 where the thin
high
air

Gan to blow cold, and damp and keen,
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680

But sharp and pressureless, the green,
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35

Though fresh upon the mountain side
Was now mere thinly scattered
Now you might see, in sheltered nook
The snow arch oer the icy brook
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685

59

With strange white delicate bridgy curve
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40

That the green light shot through above
And round, beneath, beside there grew,
The Alpine roses heathery hue 4
That blushed along the mountain head,
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690

Was never flow'r so regal red
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45

If you climbed the scathed old rocks along,
It Looked out the cold white snow among
And where no other flower would blow
There you might see the red rose grow
Ruskin's line number
695