The Andes

William Lisle Bowles

Beyond the misty main   
The weary eye scarce wanders, when behold   
Plata, through vaster territory poured;   
And Andes, sweeping the horizon’s tract,   
Mightiest of mountains! whose eternal snows
Feel not the nearer sun; whose umbrage chills   
The murmuring ocean; whose volcanic fires   
A thousand nations view, hung like the moon   
High in the middle waste of heaven; thy range,   
Shading far off the Southern hemisphere,
A dusky file Titanic.

Main Location:

Cordillera de los Andes

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