WE stand upon the moorish mountain side, From age to age, a solemn company; There are no voices in our paths, but we Hear the great whirlwinds roaring loud and wide; And like the sea-waves have our boughs replied, From the beginning, to their stormy glee; The thunder rolls above us, and some tree Smites with his bolt, yet doth the race abide, Answering all times; but joyous, when the sun Glints on the peaks that clouds no longer bear, And the young shoots to flourish have begun, And the quick seeds through the blue odorous air From the expanding cones fall one by one; And silence as in temples dwelleth there. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MARTHA WASHINGTON by SIDNEY LANIER BLACK SHEEP by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON ODES IV, 7. TO TORQUATUS. DIFFUGERE NIVES by QUINTUS HORATIUS FLACCUS THE SEASONS: A HYMN by JAMES THOMSON (1700-1748) THE BIRTHDAY CROWN by WILLIAM ALEXANDER (1824-1911) PSALM 87 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |