Thou hast crossed over torrents, and swung through wide-spreading ocean,-- <br /> Over the chain of the Alps dizzily bore thee the bridge, <br />That thou might'st see me from near, and learn to value my beauty, <br /> Which the voice of renown spreads through the wandering world. <br />And now before me thou standest,--canst touch my altar so holy,-- <br /> But art thou nearer to me, or am I nearer to thee?<br /><br />Friedrich Schiller<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-antique-to-the-northern-wanderer/
