Higginson and Bigelow, comps. American Sonnets. 1891.
SwitzerlandLilla (Cabot) Perry
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And giant solitudes stretch far around,
Where undulating whiteness on the ground
And clouds scarce whiter far above me lie,
What is it that so lifts my soul on high?
While all is silence but for the faint sound
Of mountain torrents in yon chasm profound
That seek the ocean, though they know not why.
Thee, as the unconscious torrent seeks the sea?
Is it Thy greatness that I feel in me,
This sense of life and beauty, that doth speak
To every fibre of my bounding heart,
That leaps to know Thee whole, myself a part?