Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
Spain, Portugal, Belgium, and Holland: Vols. XIV–XV. 1876–79. | | | | Spain: Salgueiro, the Mountain | | Salgueiro | | Robert Southey (1774–1843) |
| | | FATIGUED and faint, with many a step and slow, | |
| 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, | 5 |
| 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, | 10 |
| 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 | 15 |
| 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. * * * * * | 20 | | | |
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