The night-damp air strikes deep to weary bone While moonlight coldly shapes the mountainside, And through clenched teeth cramped muscles force a groan. I would go back to warmer ways and tried: Descend to shrilling talk and smoke-filled rooms; Would warm these veins with bubbling purple wine, And calm this brain with its be-musing fumes, Relax and rest, content such ways were mine. I will return again to tinsel nights And spun-glass laughter of a careless eve -- Ten-cent-store baubles flashing colored lights, Bewitching stranger-eyes with make-believe! This vertigo is one which preys on all Who set their feet to climb a mountain wall. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EIGHTEEN-DOLLAR TAXI TRIP TO TIZAPAN AND BACK TO CHAPALA by CLARENCE MAJOR WENDELL PHILLIPS by AMOS BRONSON ALCOTT A VISION UPON [THIS CONCEIT] OF THE FAERIE QUEENE (1) by WALTER RALEIGH BUBBLING WINE by ABU ZAKARIYYA THE BUBBLE by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM |