None can reply-all seems eternal now.
And this, the naked countenance of earth, On which I gaze, even these primaeval mountains Teach the adverting mind. The dwelling place Of insects, beasts, and birds, becomes its spoil 115 Their food and their retreat for ever gone, So much of life and joy is lost. 5 Mont Blanc et gleams on high-the power is there, The still and solemn power of many sights, And many sounds, and much of life and death. The voiceless lightning in these solitudes Keeps innocently, and like vapor broods Over the snow. Shelley's comment points to two important attributes of Mont Blanc.