Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, A SNOW MOUNTAIN, by JEAN INGELOW


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First Line: Can I make white enough my thought for thee
Last Line: Our only greatness is that we aspire.
Subject(s): Life; Mountains; Snow; White (color); Hills; Downs (great Britain)


CAN I make white enough my thought for thee,
Or wash my words in light? Thou hast no mate
To sit aloft in the silence silently
And twin those matchless heights undesecrate.
Reverend as Lear, when, lorn of shelter, he
Stood, with his old white head, surprised at fate;
Alone as Galileo, when, set free,
Before the stars he mused disconsolate.

Ay, and remote, as the dead lords of song,
Great masters who have made us what we are,
For thou and they have taught us how to long
And feel a sacred want of the fair and far:
Reign, and keep life in this our deep desire --
Our only greatness is that we aspire.





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