Excelsior |
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, 1862
The shades of night were falling fast As through an Alpine village passed, A youth who bore mid snow and ice A banner with the strange device, Excelsior!
2. His brow was sad, his eye beneath
3. Try not the pass, The old man said, | 4. Oh! stay, the maiden said, and rest Thy wear head upon my breast; A tear stood in his bright blue eye, But still he answered with a sigh, Excelsior! Excelsior! Excelsior!
5. Beware the pine tree's withered branch!
6. A traveller by the faithful hound |
7. There in the twilight cold and grey, Lifeless, but beautiful bulay, And from the sky serene and far A voice fell like a falling star, Excelsior! Excelsior! Excelsior! |