Speak of the North
By
Charlotte Brontë
Speak of the North! A lonely moor
Silent and dark and trackless swells,
The waves of some wild streamlet pour
Hurriedly through its ferny dells.
Profoundly still the twilight air,
Profoundly still the twilight air,
Lifeless the landscape; so we deem
Till like a phantom gliding near
A stag bends down to drink the stream
And far away a mountain zone,
And far away a mountain zone,
A cold, white waste of snow-drifts lies,
And one star, large and soft and lone,
Silently lights the unclouded skies.
Silently lights the unclouded skies.
6 comments:
Good evening Tom, sorry I haven't been around much to visit. Been busy and it seems I can't get caught up. But then at almost 72, it does seem to take me longer to get things done. LOL
You've got some great shots of rocks. Hope Defor is in good health.
Big Pete: They rock with your mate on it is really special. Thanks for the walk through this rocky area.
Super pictures and the Poem Pete is perfect
The rocks are amazing and quite beautiful.
Very beautiful scenery and rock formation. It really paids for all the walking and trekking. Well Done Peter.
Amazing shapes on the rocks. :)
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