POEMS OF 1816. And many sounds, and much of life and death. In the calm darkness of the moonless nights, In the lone glare of day, the snows descend Upon that Mountain ; none beholds them there, Nor when the flakes bum in the sinking sun, Or the star-beams dart through them. Winds contend Silently there, and heap the snow, with breath Rapid and strong, but silently. Its home The voiceless lightning in these solitudes Keeps innocently, and like vapour broods Over the snow. The secret Strength of Things, Which governs thought, and to the infinite dome Of heaven is as a law, inhabits thee. And what were thou and earth and stars and sea, If to the human mind’s imaginings Silence and solitude were vacancy ! 23 June 1816.