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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=360694" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sonnet LXX: The Hill Summit</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=360694" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">This feast-day of the sun, his altar there<br>In the broad west has blazed for vesper-song;<br>And I have loitered in the vale too long<br>And gaze now a belated worshipper.<br>Yet may I not forget that I was 'ware,<br>So journeying, of his face at intervals<br>Transfigured where the fringed horizon falls,—<br>A fiery bush with coruscating hair.<br>And now that I have climbed and won this height,<br>I must tread downward through the sloping shade<br>And travel the bewildered tracks till night.<br>Yet for this hour I still may here be stayed<br>And see the gold air and the silver fade<br>And the last bird fly into the last light.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Dante+Gabriel+Rossetti">Dante Gabriel Rossetti</a></strong></div>

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