The veil of night-mist drawn aside, Mount Kingston shoulders into view; A deep blue pile of mighty slopes, That rise, and sweep with grandeur up To heights that breathe of infinite. The first sun rays slant up to crown The topmost peak, mauve-shaded gold; Daylight sifts through a waving sea Of green tree tops, which overflows The slopes around a granite cliff -- A cosmic tablet, etched by storms And seared by years on years of sun; High up above a pine leans out A broken, bare-limbed forest shell, On which gray-headed eagles perch And look down on a pigmy world. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BUCOLIC COMEDY: THE DOLL by EDITH SITWELL THE RAIN by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES A WOMAN'S QUESTION by ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER SONNET (3) by CHARLES HAMILTON SORLEY SUMMER NIGHT, RIVERSIDE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |