"Via Mala" [poem]
Viamala 1
Our path is on the precipice
Ruskin's line number
615

How far far down those waters hiss
That like an avalanche below
Whirl on a stream of foamy snow. 2
Ive seen the Rhine when in his pride
System generated line number
5

All unresisted undefied
Ruskin's line number
620

Rolled smoothly on his aged tide
Ive seen the Rhine with younger wave
Oer every obstacle to rave
I see the Rhine in his native wild
System generated line number
10

Is still a mighty mountain child
Ruskin's line number
625

How racked a upon his tortuous bed
58

Came up from the abyss of dread
The deafing now with softened sound
Murmuring up from the profound
System generated line number
15

Of distance dark where light of day
Ruskin's line number
630

Pierced t not the thick damp twilight grey
To the precipices sharp and sheer
Whence the white foam looked up so clear
On looking oer the barrier
System generated line number
20

From that
rock
one
shelf, that hung so hight
Ruskin's line number
635

Twixt the far depth and the blue sky
Above, beside, around there stood
The difficult crags in order rude
Soaring to the thin cold upper air
System generated line number
25

It Looked forth unnaturally clear
Ruskin's line number
640

Jagged with many a piny spear
And here and there a patch of snow
Contrasted strangely with the glow
Of the red rough mighty cliffs, and shed
System generated line number
30

A strange cold light through the yawning dread
Ruskin's line number
645

Of the Abyssy gulph below