On The Source Of The Arve
Hears't thou the dash of water, loud and hoarse, With its perpetual tidings upward climb, Struggling against the wind? Oh, how sublime! For not in vain from its portentous source Thy heart, wild stream, hath yearned for its full force, But from thine ice-toothed caverns, dark as time, At last thou issuest, dancing to the rime Of thy outvolleying freedom! Lo, thy course Lies straight before thee as the arrow flies! Right to the ocean-plains away, away! Thy parent waits thee, and her sunset dyes Are ruffled for thy coming, and the gray Of all her glittering borders flashes high Against the glittering rocks!--oh, haste, and fly!
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"Hears't thou the dash of water, loud and hoarse,..."
Exploring the themes of classic, George MacDonald delivers a powerful performance in "On The Source Of The Arve"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...