Beyond, beyond the mountain line, The grey-stone and the boulder, Beyond the growth of dark green pine That crowns its western shoulder, There lies that fairy land of mine, Unseen of a beholder. Its fruits are all like rubies rare; Its streams are clear as glasses; There golden castles hang in air, And purple grapes in masses, And noble knights and ladies fair Come riding down the passes. Ah me! they say if I could stand Upon those mountain ledges, I should but see on either hand Plain fields and dusty hedges; And yet I know my fairy-land Lies somewhere o'er their edges. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GREENES FUNERALLS: SONNET 5 by RICHARD BARNFIELD PSALM 53 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 7 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH ST. PAUL'S CHRISTMAS BELLS by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB TEARS IN SPRING by WILLIAM ELLERY CHANNING (1817-1901) POEMS FOR EASTER: 2 by ELIZABETH WILLIAMS COSGROVE |