I shall behold far off thy towering crest, <br />Proud mountain! from thy heights as slow I stray <br />Down through the distant vale my homeward way, <br />I shall behold upon thy rugged breast, <br />The parting sun sit smiling: me the while <br />Escaped the crowd, thoughts full of heaviness <br />May visit, as life's bitter losses press <br />Hard on my bosom; but I shall beguile <br />The thing I am, and think, that ev'n as thou <br />Dost lift in the pale beam thy forehead high, <br />Proud mountain! whilst the scattered vapours fly <br />Unheeded round thy breast,--so, with calm brow, <br />The shades of sorrow I may meet, and wear <br />The smile unchanged of peace, though pressed by care!<br /><br />William Lisle Bowles<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/at-malvern/
