I SAW three mountains standing calm and clear Against the samite dawn. Their peaks of snow Dazzled with diamond-leaping light, as though The parapets of paradise were near. Between them stretched a valley, so austere Methought it was the shadow-shore of woe, The region of wrecked souls, the overflow On earth of Dante's sad-scened under-sphere: And pressing through that place unparalleled, Searching for what in such land could remain, A host of pallid people I beheld Who strove to climb the halcyon heights in vain. "What peaks? what vale?" I cried, by awe impelled. "The peaks of peace," they said, "the vale of pain." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOURTH BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 7. CHERRY RIPE by THOMAS CAMPION SANDALPHON by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW TO ONE IN PARADISE by EDGAR ALLAN POE THE LONG HILL by SARA TEASDALE COME HOME by WILLIAM HERVEY ALLEN JR. LOVE IS MASTER STILL by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT SONNETS WRITTEN IN AN IRISH PRISON: HER NAME LIBERTY by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |