A SAVAGE cliff, whose ribs of ice had slept
In dead sublimity, where ruin kept
His horrid reign; frozen in that frigid clime,
'Mid crags untrodden since the birth of time,
Where winter's breath on their dull throne had bound
Silence and desolation; where no sound,
Nor wing of strongest bird, did ever dare
To break the stillness of the fetter'd air
That chain'd the winter of each passing year,
And hush'd the thin and lifeless atmosphere
Upon the hoary-headed cliffs, which hung
Huge glittering heaps, where nature had no tongue,
Where aught that spoke of summer, 'mid the chill,
Was petrified to marble and grew still;