Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TRI-MOUNTAIN, by HENRY THEODORE TUCKERMAN Poet's Biography First Line: Through time's dim atmosphere, behold Last Line: The city of the mind. Subject(s): Boston | ||||||||
THROUGH Time's dim atmosphere, behold Those ancient hills again, Rising to Fancy's eager view In solitude, as when Beneath the summer firmament, So silently of yore, The shadow of each passing cloud Their rugged bosoms bore! They sloped in pathless grandeur then Down to the murmuring sea, And rose upon the woodland plain In lonely majesty. The breeze, at noontide, whispered soft Their emerald knolls among, And midnight's wind, amid their heights, Its wildest dirges sung. As on their brow the forest-king Paused in his weary way, From far below his quick ear caught The moaning of the bay; The dry leaves, fanned by autumn's breath, Along their ridges crept; And snow-wreaths, like storm-whitened waves, Around them rudely swept. For ages, o'er their swelling sides, Grew the wild flowers of spring, And stars smiled down, and dew-founts poured Their gentle offering. The moonbeams played upon their peaks, And at their feet the tide; And thus, like altar-mounts, they stood, By nature sanctified. Now, when to mark their beacon-forms The seaman turns his gaze, It quails, as roof and spire and dome Flash in the sun's bright rays. On those wild hills a thousand homes Are reared in proud array, And argosies float safely o'er That lone and isle-gemmed bay. Those shadowy mounds, so long untrod, By countless feet are pressed; And hosts of loved ones meekly sleep Below their teeming breast. A world's unnumbered voices float Within their narrow bound; Love's gentle tone, and traffic's hum, And music's thrilling sound. There Liberty first found a tongue Beneath New England's sky, And there her earliest martyrs stood, And nerved themselves to die. And long upon these ancient hills, By glory's light enshrined, May rise the dwellings of the free, The city of the mind. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CLEAR AND COLDER; BOSTON COMMON by ROBERT FROST THE BOSTON ATHENAEUM by AMY LOWELL THE SEVEN CITIES OF AMERICA by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SUNDAY IN BOSTON by JOHN UPDIKE BOSTON YEAR by ELIZABETH ALEXANDER THE THANKSGIVING IN BOSTON HARBOR [JUNE 12, 1630] by HEZEKIAH BUTTERWORTH NEWPORT BEACH by HENRY THEODORE TUCKERMAN |
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