THERE are brilliant heights of sorrow That only the few may know; And the lesser woes of the world, like waves, Break noiselessly, far below. I hold for my own possessing, A mount that is lone and still -- The great high place of a hopeless grief, And I call it my "Heart-break Hill." And once on a winter's midnight I found its highest crown, And there in the gloom, my soul and I, Weeping, we sat us down. But now when I seek that summit We are two ghosts that go; Only two shades of a thing that died, Once in the long ago. So I sit me down in the silence, And say to my soul, "Be still," So the world may not know we died that night, From weeping on "Heart-break Hill." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SENEX TO MATT. PRIOR by JAMES KENNETH STEPHEN THE SUN'S TRAVELS by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON EPITAPHS by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH GIVE ME A CHANCE by THOMAS T. BLEWETT THE CONSOLATION OF PHILOSOPHY: BOOK 3 by ANICIUS MANLIUS SEVERINUS BOETHIUS PIPPA PASSES by ROBERT BROWNING MEG O' THE MILL by ROBERT BURNS |