Farewell Geneva..- poem by Lord Byron

Here is a  little farewell poem to Geneva, and the very gorgeous Lake Geneva, a city that I began to love during my brief stay. Back in Zürich now. The poem is part of the very long prose by Lord Byron (1788-1824). For the full text see:

http://www.bartleby.com/270/7/40.html



And this is in the night: most glorious night!

Thou wert not sent for slumber! let me be
A sharer in thy fierce and far delight,—
A portion of the tempest and of thee!
How the lit lake shines, a phosphoric sea,
And the big rain comes dancing to the earth!
And now again ’t is black,—and now, the glee
Of the loud hills shakes with its mountain-mirth;
As if they did rejoice o’er a young earthquake’s birth