Pebbles and Shells (Hawkes collection)/The Glacier
THE GLACIER
Softly sliding, slipping slowly down,
Each moment farther from the mountain's crown
The glacier comes;—and so the human will
That retrogrades, each hour gets lower still,
Until at last, beside the mountain's base
We scarce can recognize the old-time face.
Each moment farther from the mountain's crown
The glacier comes;—and so the human will
That retrogrades, each hour gets lower still,
Until at last, beside the mountain's base
We scarce can recognize the old-time face.