"There is a charmed peace that aye" ["The Alps from Schaffhausen"] [poem]
There is a charmed peace, that aye a
Ruskin's line number
565

Sleeps upon the sabbath day
A rest onaround and a calm on high
Though a still small voice speaks from earth and sky, 1
Keep holy the sabbath day
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5

57

Keep it holy ever alway
Ruskin's line number
570

Sabbath morn was co soft and shroudless
Sabbath noon was calm and cloudless b
Sabbath eve is sinking low 2
Oer the blue Rhines sullen flow
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10

He has worn a prisoned way
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575

Neath the round hills bending sway
Far and near their sides you see
Gay with vivid greenery
Many a branch and bough is bending
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15

Oer the grey rocks grim impending
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580

Danced the leaves on the bent twigs high
Skeleton like on the evening sky
And the oaks threw wide their jagged spray
On their old straight branches mossed and grey
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20

And the foam drove down on the waters hue
Ruskin's line number
585

Like a wreath of snow on the sapphires blue
And a wreath of mist curled faint and far
Where the cataract drove his dreadful war. 3
The Alps, the Alps, it is no cloud
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25

Wreathes the plain with its paly shroud,
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590

The Alps the Alps,—Full far away
The long successive ranges lay 4
Their firm fixed solidity of size
Told that they were not of the skies
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30

For could that rosy line of light
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595

The moony gleam of every
Of unimaginable
height

The moony gleam so far that threw
Its fixed flash above the blue
Of the far hills and Rigis crest 5
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35

Yet russet from the flamy west,
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600

Were they not clouds, whose sudden change
Had bound them down an icy range
Was not the wondrous battlement
A thing of the domy firament
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40

Can things of such aetherial span
Be trodden by the foot of man
Are they of heaven, are they of air.
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605

Or can earth bring forth a thing so fair
Theres beauty in the sky bound sea
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45

With its noble sweep of infinity
Theres beauty in the suns last fire,
When the lighteth up his funeral pyre
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610

There is lovelines in the heavens hue
And theres beauty in the mountains blue
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50

But look once on the Alps by the sunset quiver
And think on the moment thenceforward for ever 6