Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
Switzerland and Austria: Vol. XVI. 1876–79.
Obermann Once More
By Matthew Arnold (18221888)G
All meaning from a name!
White houses prank where once were huts;
Glion, but not the same!
The turf, the pines, the sky!
The hills in their old order ranged!
The lake, with Chillon by!
And stony mounts the way,
Their crackling husk-heaps burn, as if
I left them yesterday.
The huts of Avant shine;
Its pines under their branches ope
Ways for the tinkling kine.
Sweet heaps of fresh-cut grass,
Invite to rest the traveller there,
Before he climb the pass,—
With yellow spires aflame,
Whence drops the path to Allière down,
And walls where Byron came,
His birth-name just below;
Orchard and croft and full-stored grange
Nursed by his pastoral flow.
Beyond this gracious bound,
The cone of Jaman, pale and gray,
See in the blue profound!
Above his sun-warmed firs,—
What thoughts to me his rocks recall!
What memories he stirs!
Obermann! with me here?
Thou master of my wandering youth,
But left this many a year!
Its warfare waged with pain!
An eremite with thee, in thought
Once more I slip my chain,
And lie beside its door,
And hear the wild bee’s Alpine hum,
And thy sad, tranquil lore.
Their mournful calm,—serene,
Yet tinged with infinite desire
For all that might have been,
Made his life’s rule once more!
The universal order served!
Earth happier than before!