------Brook and road <br />Were fellow-travellers in this gloomy Pass, <br />And with them did we journey several hours <br />At a slow step. The immeasurable height <br />Of woods decaying, never to be decayed, <br />The stationary blasts of waterfalls, <br />And in the narrow rent, at every turn, <br />Winds thwarting winds bewildered and forlorn, <br />The torrents shooting from the clear blue sky, <br />The rocks that muttered close upon our ears, <br />Black drizzling crags that spake by the wayside <br />As if a voice were in them, the sick sight <br />And giddy prospect of the raving stream, <br />The unfettered clouds and region of the heavens, <br />Tumult and peace, the darkness and the light-- <br />Were all like workings of one mind, the features <br />Of the same face, blossoms upon one tree, <br />Characters of the great Apocalypse, <br />The types and symbols of Eternity, <br />Of first, and last, and midst, and without end.<br /><br />William Wordsworth<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-simplon-pass-2/
