HE walked in glory on the hills; We dalesmen envied from afar The heights and rose-lit pinnacles Which placed him nigh the evening star. Upon the peaks they found him dead; And now we wonder if he sighed For our low grass beneath his head, For our rude huts, before he died. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A PATCH OF OLD SNOW by ROBERT FROST RED JACKET by FITZ-GREENE HALLECK NO LONGER COULD I DOUBT HIM TRUE by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR OF A CONTENTED MIND [OR, SPIRIT] by THOMAS VAUX A MOUNTAIN SOUL (KATHARINE COMAN) by KATHARINE LEE BATES PSALM 139 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |