Mont Blanc by Percy Bysshe Shelley


The everlasting universe of things
Flows through the mind, and rolls its rapid waves,
Now dark—now glittering—now reflecting gloom— 
Now lending splendour, where from secret springs
The source of human thought its tribute brings
Of waters—with a sound but half its own,
Such as a feeble brook will oft assume,
In the wild woods, among the mountains lone,
Where waterfalls around it leap for ever,
Where woods and winds contend, and a vast river
Over its rocks ceaselessly bursts and raves.

Read the entire poem: Mont Blanc: Lines Written in the Vale of Chamouni by Percy Bysshe Shelley : The Poetry Foundation

Wenzel Hablik “Sunset over Montblanc”, 1906

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