A poem of Herman Melville -- from Timoleon, et cetera
Descend, descend!
Pleasant the downward way -
From your lonely Alp
With the wintry scalp
To our myrtles in valleys of May,
Wend then, wend:
Mountaineer, descend!
And more than a wreath shall repay,
Come, ah come!
With the cataracts come,
That hymn as they roam
How pleasant the downward way!
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