Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
Spain, Portugal, Belgium, and Holland: Vols. XIV–XV. 1876–79.

Spain: Salgueiro, the Mountain


By Robert Southey (1774–1843)

FATIGUED and faint, with many a step and slow,

This lofty mountain’s pathless side I climb,

Whose head, high towering o’er the waste sublime,

Bounded my distant vision; far below

Yon docile beasts plod patient on their way,

Circling the long ascent. I pause, and now

On this smooth rock my languid limbs I lay,

And taste the grateful breeze, and from my brow

Wipe the big dews of toil. O, what a sweep

Of landscape lies beneath me! hills on hills,

And rock-piled plains, and valleys bosomed deep,

And ocean’s dim immensity, that fills

The ample gaze. Yonder is that huge height

Where stands the holy convent; and below

Lies the fair glen, whose broken waters flow

Making such pleasant murmurs as delight

The lingering traveller’s ear. Thus on my road

Most sweet it is to rest me, and survey

The goodly prospect of the journeyed way,

And think of all the pleasures it bestowed.