Up to the hills -- the hills of midnight blue, That far unfold their pinnacles sublime, And in encircling splendor flaunt to view The utmost charm and beauty of their prime -- I went in awe and deep solemnity, And mutely gazed at towering spruce and pine; Then in enraptured moment high and free, I felt their strength and loveliness were mine. Down from the hills I came to somber ways, With peace and sweet refreshment in my heart, The better for a higher song of praise, The nobler for that wondrous day apart. O hills of blue, put wayward thoughts to shame, And lift to heights that ever arch and flame! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WINDMILL by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES THE YELLOW VIOLET by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT UPON PRUE, HIS MAID by ROBERT HERRICK STRANGE HURT [SHE KNOWS] by JAMES LANGSTON HUGHES THE REVENGE OF RAIN-IN-THE-FACE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW |