Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, UPPER AIR, by FRANK ERNEST HILL


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First Line: High, pale, imperial places of slow cloud
Last Line: That will not mix with our mortality.
Subject(s): Science; Scientists


High, pale, imperial places of slow cloud
And windless wells of sun-swept silence . . . Sense
Of some aware, half scornful permanence
Past which we flow like water that is loud
A moment 'gainst the granite. Nothing here
Beats to the quick deed that we left below,
That was a flame; this is the soul of snow
Immortalized in moveless atmosphere.
Yet we shall brood upon this haunt of wings
When love, like perfume washed away in rain,
Dies in the years. Still we shall turn again,
Seeking the clouds as we have sought the sea,
Asking the peace of these immortal things
That will not mix with our mortality.





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