Upon the mountain's distant head, With trackless snows forever white, Where all is still, and cold, and dead, Late shines the day's departing light. But far below those icy rocks, The vales, in summer bloom arrayed, Woods full of birds, and fields of flocks, Are dim with mist and dark with shade. 'Tis thus, from warm and kindly hearts, And eyes where generous meanings burn, Earliest the light of life departs, But lingers with the cold and stern. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 4 by THOMAS CAMPION THE BABIE by JEREMIAH EAMES RANKIN THE CHILD ALONE: 6. BLOCK CITY by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON FULL OF LIFE NOW by WALT WHITMAN THE FASHION by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |