I leave you, ye cold mountain chains, <br />Dwelling of warriors stark and frore! <br />You, may these eyes behold no more, <br />Rave on the horizon of our plains. <br /> <br />Vanish, ye frightful, gloomy views! <br />Ye rocks that mount up to the clouds! <br />Of skies, enwrapped in misty shrouds, <br />Impracticable avenues! <br /> <br />Ye torrents, that with might and main <br />Break pathways through the rocky walls, <br />With your terrific waterfalls <br />Fatigue no more my weary brain! <br /> <br />Arise, ye landscapes full of charms, <br />Arise, ye pictures of delight! <br />Ye brooks, that water in your flight <br />The flowers and harvests of our farms! <br /> <br />You I perceive, ye meadows green, <br />Where the Garonne the lowland fills, <br />Not far from that long chain of hills, <br />With intermingled vales between. <br /> <br />You wreath of smoke, that mounts so high, <br />Methinks from my own hearth must come; <br />With speed, to that beloved home, <br />Fly, ye too lazy coursers, fly! <br /> <br />And bear me thither, where the soul <br />In quiet may itself possess, <br />Where all things soothe the mind's distress, <br />Where all things teach me and console.<br /><br />Henry Wadsworth Longfellow<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bar-ges-from-the-french-of-lefranc-de-pompignan/
