I'll build my cabin in the pass Sheer against the sky, Where pines go marching up the hills To watch the clouds sail by. I'll live with the winds away up there, I'll pal with the winds and weather, And we'll think things out in the high hills way, The hills and I, together. For thoughts will form like the floating clouds In the winds from East and West— White, heaped-up thoughts, or sunlit wisps, Luminous images, truth half-guessed. World-thoughts, they'll be, that form and float, Of roots and rivers and stars and wings— Of seeds and buds and ripened fruit— And ageless dreaming things. Yes, I'll live in a cabiin in the pass Sheer against the sky, Where the pines go marching up the hills To watch the clouds sail by. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FACADE: 21. THE OWL by EDITH SITWELL A CRADLE SONG by WILLIAM BLAKE THE BEST [THING IN THE WORLD] by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING SUPPLICATION by JOSEPH SEAMON COTTER JR. VISIONS OF THE WORLDS VANITIE by EDMUND SPENSER THE WORMS AT HEAVEN'S GATE by WALLACE STEVENS TO THE SAME PURPOSE by THOMAS TRAHERNE TO SIR JOHN SPENSER KNIGHTE, ALDERMAN OF LONDON by RICHARD BARNFIELD |