Artwork Description:
Swiss Alps Vista acrylic on canvass board
’T is morn: with gold the verdant mountain glows
More high, the snowy peaks with hues of rose. 25
Far stretched beneath the many-tinted hills,
A mighty waste of mist the valley fills,
A solemn sea whose billows wide around
Stand motionless, to awful silence bound
Pines, on the coast, through mist their tops uprear, 30
That like to leaning masts of stranded ships appear.
A single chasm, a gulf of gloomy blue,
Gapes in the centre of the sea, and through
That dark mysterious gulf ascending, sound
Innumerable streams with roar profound. 35
Mount through the nearer vapors notes of birds,
And merry flageolet the low of herds,
The bark of dogs, the heifer’s tinkling bell,
Talk, laughter, and perchance a church-tower knell.
’T is morn: with gold the verdant mountain glows
More high, the snowy peaks with hues of rose. 25
Far stretched beneath the many-tinted hills,
A mighty waste of mist the valley fills,
A solemn sea whose billows wide around
Stand motionless, to awful silence bound
Pines, on the coast, through mist their tops uprear, 30
That like to leaning masts of stranded ships appear.
A single chasm, a gulf of gloomy blue,
Gapes in the centre of the sea, and through
That dark mysterious gulf ascending, sound
Innumerable streams with roar profound. 35
Mount through the nearer vapors notes of birds,
And merry flageolet the low of herds,
The bark of dogs, the heifer’s tinkling bell,
Talk, laughter, and perchance a church-tower knell.