sunset-gleam

Updated: May 1, 2025

"Our Alemannic poet," he wrote, "has life and feeling for everything, the open heart, the open arms of love; and every star and every flower are human in his sight.... In other, better words, the evening-glow of a lovely, peaceful soul slumbers upon all the hills he bids arise; for the flowers of poetry he substitutes the flower-goddess Poetry herself; he sets to his lips the Swiss Alp-horn of youthful longing and joy, while pointing with the other hand to the sunset-gleam of the lofty glaciers, and dissolved in prayer, as the sound of the chapel-bells is flung down from the mountains."

Various - The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 09, No. 54, April, 1862