Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
Asia: Vols. XXI–XXIII. 1876–79.
The Abbey near Mussooree
By Letitia Elizabeth Landon (18021838)A
The sky above, the earth below;
Your comrades, the clouds, with the driving rain
Bathing your roof ere it reach the plain.
The eagle that dwells at your side sweeps past;
Dark are its wings, and fierce its eye,
And its shadow falls o’er you in passing by.
Tall in the distance the Chor appears;
Hot though the sunshine kindle the air,
Still hath the winter a palace there.
Its way through the melons’ golden brakes,
Through gardens, cities, and crowded plains,—
Little, methinks, on its course it gains.
And pines that scorn at the woodman’s stroke;
And yet the axe is on its way
Those stately trees in the dust to lay.
There is nothing that man will leave alone:
He buildeth the house, he tilleth the soil;
No place is free from care and toil.
Where the white snow lies, and the eagle broods,
Where every sound but the wind was still;
Or the voice of the torrent adown the hill;—
That will not leave Nature a resting-place.
We roam over earth, we sail o’er the wave,
Till there is not a quiet spot but the grave.