The trail to Cold Mountain is faint the banks of Cold Stream are a jungle birds constantly chatter away I hear no sound of people gusts of wind lash my face flurries of snow bury my body day after day no sun year after year no spring | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODE SUNG IN THE TOWN HALL, CONCORD, JULY 4, 1857 by RALPH WALDO EMERSON JOAN OF ARC IN RHEIMS by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS SONNETS TO LAURA IN LIFE: 131 by PETRARCH SORROWS AND CONSOLATIONS by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD VERSES WRITTEN ON THE BACK OF AN OLD VISITATION COPY OF ARMS by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD TO THE HONOURABLE AND VIRTUOUS LADY, THE LADY TASBURGH by WILLIAM BASSE |