Around the World: "Dawn in the Andes"
DAWN IN THE ANDES by William Lisle Bowles ’T IS dawn;—the distant Andes’ rocky spires, One after one, have caught the orient fires. Where the dun condor shoots his upward flight, His wings are touched with momentary light. Meantime, beneath the mountains’ glittering heads, A boundless ocean of gray vapor spreads, That o’er the champaign, stretching far below, Moves now, in clustered masses, rising slow, Till all the living landscape is displayed In various pomp of color, light, and shade, Hills, forests, rivers, lakes, and level plain Lessening in sunshine to the southern main. The llama’s fleece fumes with ascending dew; The gem-like humming-birds ...