Stanzas From The Grande Chartreuse By Matthew Arnold-Gideon Wagner

[ti:Stanzas From The Grande Chartreuse By Matthew Arnold] [ar:Gideon Wagner] [al:Travel Poems - Volume 1] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Stanzas From The Grande Chartreuse By Matthew Arnold - Gideon Wagner [00:04.00]Stanzas From The Grande Chartreuse By Matthew Arnold [00:07.78] [00:10.08]Through Alpine meadows softsuffused [00:12.64]With rain where thick the crocus blows [00:16.29]Past the dark forges long disused [00:19.36]The muletrack from Saint Laurent goes [00:22.14] [00:22.73]The bridge is crossd and slow we ride [00:25.88] [00:26.57]Through forest up the mountainside [00:28.84] [00:30.35]The autumnal evening darkens round [00:32.47] [00:33.29]The wind is up and drives the rain [00:35.81]While hark far down with strangled sound [00:39.09]Doth the Dead Guiers stream complain [00:41.45] [00:42.21]Where that wet smoke among the woods [00:44.79]Over his boiling cauldron broods [00:46.91] [00:47.42]Swift rush the spectral vapours white [00:50.17] [00:50.72]Past limestone scars with ragged pines [00:53.59] [00:54.28]Showingthen blotting from our sight [00:56.44] [00:57.41]Haltthrough the clouddrift something shines [00:59.74] [01:00.30]High in the valley wet and drear [01:02.61] [01:03.19]The huts of Courrerie appear [01:05.32] [01:06.64]Strike leftward cries our guide and higher [01:09.41]Mounts up the stony forestway [01:12.20]At last the encircling trees retire [01:15.23]Look through the showery twilight grey [01:18.06]What pointed roofs are these advance [01:20.43] [01:20.98]A palace of the Kings of France [01:23.22] [01:24.43]Approach for what we seek is here [01:26.46]Alight and sparely sup and wait [01:29.06]For rest in this outbuilding near [01:31.79]Then cross the sward and reach that gate [01:33.98]Knock pass the wicket Thou art come [01:36.86]To the Carthusians worldfamed home [01:39.85] [01:41.21]The silent courts where night and day [01:44.11]Into their stonecarved basins cold [01:46.97]The splashing icy fountains play [01:49.92]The humid corridors behold [01:52.05] [01:52.92]Where ghostlike in the deepening night [01:54.98] [01:55.50]Cowld forms brush by in gleaming white [01:58.66] [01:59.48]The chapel where no organs peal [02:02.21]Invests the stern and naked prayer [02:05.08]With penitential cries they kneel [02:07.53]And wrestle rising then with bare [02:10.16]And white uplifted faces stand [02:12.28] [02:13.21]Passing the Host from hand to hand [02:15.51] [02:16.49]Each takes and then his visage wan [02:18.79]Is buried in his cowl once more [02:20.96] [02:21.71]The cellsthe suffering Son of Man [02:23.85]Upon the wallthe kneeworn floor [02:26.73] [02:27.24]And where they sleep that wooden bed [02:29.59] [02:30.53]Shall their coffin be when dead [02:32.51] [02:33.98]The library where tract and tome [02:36.09] [02:37.09]Not to feed priestly pride are there [02:39.92]To hymn the conquering march of Rome [02:42.97]Nor yet to amuse as ours are [02:45.24] [02:45.86]They paint of souls the inner strife [02:48.21]Their drops of blood their death in life [02:50.79] [02:52.11]The garden overgrownyet mild [02:54.45]See fragrant herbs are flowering there [02:57.47] [02:58.31]Strong children of the Alpine wild [03:00.60] [03:01.19]Whose culture is the brethrens care [03:03.11] [03:03.99]Of human tasks their only one [03:06.19] [03:07.02]And cheerful works beneath the sun