| Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867. | | | | V. Jumnotree | | By George Powell Thomas |
| | | SHARP, 1 clear, and crystalline, cleaving the sky | |
| In twain, it towers forever and alone, | |
| Save that about its feet the tall hills lie, | |
| Like slaves around some mighty despot’s throne; | |
| While evermore, beneath its cold stern eye, | 5 |
| The short-lived centuries have come and flown, | |
| And stars that round its head untiring fly, | |
| Confess its glories ancient as their own. | |
| The eagles shun it in their highest flight; | |
| The clouds lie basking ’neath its eminence; | 10 |
| Naught nears it but thin air and heaven’s sweet light, | |
| Nor not a sound forever cometh thence, | |
| Save of some avalanche from its summit riven, | |
| Or thunder-tempest on its breakers driven. | |
| | | Note 1. From Jumna,—the river,—and aotar,—a descent; a peak in the Himalayas, twenty-five thousand feet above the level of the sea. [back] | | |
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