I sift the snow on the mountains below,And their great pines groan aghast,
And all the night 'tis my pillow white,
While I sleep in the arms of the blast.
Sublime on the towers of my skiey bowers,
Lightning, my pilot, sits;
In a cavern under is fettered the thunder
It struggles and howls at fits;
13 comments:
Your picture fits the verse perfectly except for the dead and naked trees. The light snow-cover is just perfect.
Wonderful scenery and text for a beautiful post.
Such a lovely spot!
I'd forgotten that poem, but it's beautiful--and a perfect fit!
Happy Skywatching--
Beuatiful with the clouds !
Great shot!
Gr.
P-TER
I enjoyed the poem and the photo.
Great photo for sky watch friday, the stark white and dark contrast against the blue sky is beautiful.
It looks cold but very beautifull to me, well done!!
Have a great SWF
EB: So strange to see snow when we are in August. Wonderful photo of the mountains.
Beautiful!!
Beautiful picture and verse.
Awesome sky!
I know fires are part of the cycle of the forest, but burned-out section of trees makes me sad. The clouds are pretty though!
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