
The Glacier The mountains have a peace which none disturb ; The stars and clouds a course which none restrain; The wild sea- waves rejoice without a curb, And rest without a passion ; but the chain Of Death, upon this ghastly-cliff and chasm, Is broken evermore, to bind again, Nor lulls nor looses. Hark ! a voice of pain Suddenly silenced ; a quick-passing spasm, That startles rest, but grants not liberty - A shudder, or a struggle, or a cry - And then sepulchral stillness. Look on us, God ! who hast given these hills their place of pride, If Death s captivity be sleepless thus, For those who sink to it unsanctified. John Ruskin
John Ruskin (1818 – 1900) , englischer Maler, Philosoph Schriftsteller, Dichter, Sozialreformer, Kunsthistoriker, -kritiker

aus: „Poems“ von John Ruskin.Verlag: London: George Routledge & Sons, 1908. Age 26. Seite 195
