Page:The poetical works of Matthew Arnold, 1897.djvu/477

Rh The hills in their old order ranged;

The lake, with Chillon by;

And 'neath those chestnut-trees, where stiff

And stony mounts the way,

The crackling husk-heaps burn, as if

I left them yesterday.

Across the valley, on that slope,

The huts of Avant shine;

Its pines, under their branches, ope

Ways for the pasturing kine.

Full-foaming milk-pails, Alpine fare,

Sweet heaps of fresh-cut grass,

Invite to rest the traveller there

Before he climb the pass,—

The gentian-flowered pass, its crown29

With yellow spires aflame;

Whence drops the path to Allière down,

And walls where Byron came;30

By their green river, who doth change

His birth-name just below,

Orchard and croft and full-stored grange

Nursed by his pastoral flow.

But stop! to fetch back thoughts that stray

Beyond this gracious bound,

The cone of Jaman, pale and gray,

See, in the blue profound!

Ah, Jaman! delicately tall

Above his sun-warmed firs,—

What thoughts to me his rocks recall,

What memories he stirs!