The works and ways of man, their death and birth,     our world
And that of him and all that his may be;                                    \ /
All things that move and breathe with toil and sound                |
95  Are born and die; revolve, subside, and swell.                   /  \
Power dwells apart in its tranquillity,                           the world of the mountain
Remote, serene, and inaccessible:
And this, the naked countenance of earth,
On which I gaze, even these primeval mountains   timeless, beyond our world
100  Teach the adverting mind.    the mind cannot comprehend the ageless mountains
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 The Mind Fails   <---------- |

I seem as in a trance sublime and strange        Some say that gleams of a remoter world   50   Visit the soul in sleep, that death is slumber,   And that its shapes the busy thoughts outnumber   Of those who wake and live.--I look on high;   Has some unknown omnipotence unfurl'd   The veil of life and death? or do I lie   55  In dream, and does the mightier world of sleep   Spread far around and inaccessibly   Its circles? For the very spirit fails,

Death  (by way of avalanche & flood) The glaciers creep   Like snakes that watch their prey, from their far fountains,   Slow rolling on; there, many a precipice   Frost and the Sun in scorn of mortal power   Have pil'd: dome, pyramid, and pinnacle,   105  A city of death, distinct with many a tower   And wall impregnable of beaming ice.   Yet not a city, but a flood of ruin    Is there, that from the boundaries of the sky   Rolls its perpetual stream; vast pines are strewing   110  Its destin'd path, or in the mangled soil   Branchless and shatter'd stand;