Not such the night whose stormy might,

Ruskin's line number

1160

Heroic Balma 1 braved,
When darkening on the Goutes height, 2
The tempest howled and raved.
Upon the mighty hill forlorn

System generated line number

5

He stood alone amid the storm,

Ruskin's line number

1165

Watching the last day gleams decay
Supposing its returning ray,
Should see him lying there asleep
With Alpine snow for winding sheet.

System generated line number

10

Methinks I see him, as he stood

Ruskin's line number

1170

Upon the ridge of snow,
The battering burst of winds above
The cloudy precipice below
Watching the dawn. With proud delight

System generated line number

15

He saw that long and tempest

uous

night,

Ruskin's line number

1175

Drive to the westward, and unfold,
The ocean snowfields upwards rolled,
Bright with the mornings glance of gold,
It past away, the headlon tossing flood

System generated line number

20

Of changing vapour headlong riding

Ruskin's line number

1180

And lo, the untrodden summit stood,
Accessibly beside him,