Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, MY MOUNTAIN HOME, by CARROLL RYAN


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MY MOUNTAIN HOME, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: The trees have grown so stout and tall
Last Line: And watch, and wait, and weep.
Alternate Author Name(s): Ryan, William Thomas Carroll
Subject(s): Childhood Memories; Home; Mountains; Hills; Downs (great Britain)


The trees have grown so stout and tall
Around my dear old mountain home.
The Pine, the Oak, the Maple—all
That answer to the winds that roam.
About the ivied hall

Among their shadows long ago
My youth, all passionate and wild,
Chased phantoms I have learned to know
Could only haunt a dreaming child
Unreconciled to woe.

With wonder through their branches high,
I looked on each mysterious star,
And thought, if I were then to die,
My soul would rise and soar afar
Untrammeled through the sky.

Here was my father's fav'rite seat
And there was oft my mother's place:
The path is worn by many feet,
But she will nevermore retrace
Her way to this retreat.

Time rolls along its ceaseless wave,
And years on weary years have past,
Since through those trees, so tall and brave,
The red October's blighting blast
Strewed leaves upon her grave.

Now others share her lowly sleep
Who then were dear—the old, the young—
Still I must toil along the deep,
With heart by many sorrows wrung,
And watch, and wait, and weep.





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