Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
Spain, Portugal, Belgium, and Holland: Vols. XIV–XV. 1876–79.
Salgueiro
By Robert Southey (1774–1843)F
This lofty mountain’s pathless side I climb,
Whose head, high towering o’er the waste sublime,
Bounded my distant vision; far below
Yon docile beasts plod patient on their way,
Circling the long ascent. I pause, and now
On this smooth rock my languid limbs I lay,
And taste the grateful breeze, and from my brow
Wipe the big dews of toil. O, what a sweep
Of landscape lies beneath me! hills on hills,
And rock-piled plains, and valleys bosomed deep,
And ocean’s dim immensity, that fills
The ample gaze. Yonder is that huge height
Where stands the holy convent; and below
Lies the fair glen, whose broken waters flow
Making such pleasant murmurs as delight
The lingering traveller’s ear. Thus on my road
Most sweet it is to rest me, and survey
The goodly prospect of the journeyed way,
And think of all the pleasures it bestowed.