LXII.

But these recede. Above me are the Alps, The Palaces of Nature, whose vast walls Have pinnacled in clouds their snowy scalps,[iw] And throned Eternity in icy halls Of cold Sublimity, where forms and falls[311] The Avalanche--the thunderbolt of snow! All that expands the spirit, yet appals, Gather around these summits, as to show How Earth may pierce to Heaven, yet leave vain man below.