| Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867. | | | | IV. Natures Organ-Music in the Mountains | | By Professor John Wilson (17851854) |
| | | GO up among the mountains, when the storm | |
| Of midnight howls, but go in that wild mood, | |
| When the soul loves tumultuous solitude, | |
| And through the haunted air, each giant form | |
| Of swinging pine, black rock, or ghostly cloud, | 5 |
| That veils some fearful cataract tumbling loud, | |
| Seems to thy breathless heart with life imbued. | |
| Mid those gaunt, shapeless things thou art alone! | |
| The mind exists, thinks, trembles through the ear, | |
| The memory of the human world is gone, | 10 |
| And time and space seem living only here. | |
| O, worship thou the visions then made known, | |
| While sable glooms round Natures temple roll, | |
| And her dread anthem peals into thy soul! | | | | |
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