Poems (Botta)/The Earth to the Sun
THE EARTH TO THE SUN.
Oh Sun! oh glorious Sun!
The spell of winter binds me strong and dread
In the dark sleep, the coldness of the dead;
And song and beauty from my haunts are gone.
The spell of winter binds me strong and dread
In the dark sleep, the coldness of the dead;
And song and beauty from my haunts are gone.
The skies above me lower,
The frozen tempests beat upon my breast,
That wearily by its snow-shroud is prest;
And the wild winds rave o’er me in mad power.
The frozen tempests beat upon my breast,
That wearily by its snow-shroud is prest;
And the wild winds rave o’er me in mad power.
At thine averted gaze,
Benumbed and desolate, I droop and die:
Life of my life! Lord of my destiny!
Shine on me with thy life-imparting rays.
Benumbed and desolate, I droop and die:
Life of my life! Lord of my destiny!
Shine on me with thy life-imparting rays.
Look from thy radiant throne,
And o’er this waste, drear and unlovely now,
Young summer’s gorgeous loveliness shall glow,
And beauty clasp me in her magic zone.
And o’er this waste, drear and unlovely now,
Young summer’s gorgeous loveliness shall glow,
And beauty clasp me in her magic zone.
Fair landscapes shall arise,
O’er which a sky of tenderest blue shall bend,
Where forest, hill, and vale, and stream shall blend
In beauty like a dream of Paradise.
O’er which a sky of tenderest blue shall bend,
Where forest, hill, and vale, and stream shall blend
In beauty like a dream of Paradise.
And in thy living beams
The flowers shall wake, and every dewy cup
Shall send the homage of its perfume up,
And give thy brightness back in rosy gleams.
The flowers shall wake, and every dewy cup
Shall send the homage of its perfume up,
And give thy brightness back in rosy gleams.
A full deep symphony,
The voice of streams, the air’s melodious sighs,
Songs from all living things shall mingling rise
In one eternal hymn of love to thee
The voice of streams, the air’s melodious sighs,
Songs from all living things shall mingling rise
In one eternal hymn of love to thee
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In vain, oh Earth, in vain;—
What heeds the Sun, if light or shadow rest
Upon the bosom in his smile so blest,
Or if thou perish in thine icy chain.
What heeds the Sun, if light or shadow rest
Upon the bosom in his smile so blest,
Or if thou perish in thine icy chain.
If from the shining host,
Like the lost Pleiad, thou wert stricken down,
He would not miss thee from his starry crown—
He would not mark one ray of brightness lost.
Like the lost Pleiad, thou wert stricken down,
He would not miss thee from his starry crown—
He would not mark one ray of brightness lost.
Then for the song and bloom,
The untold wealth of beauty, buried deep
Within thy frozen heart, in death-like sleep,
Oh! mourn thou not within thy conscious tomb.
The untold wealth of beauty, buried deep
Within thy frozen heart, in death-like sleep,
Oh! mourn thou not within thy conscious tomb.