CLOSE to each mountain's towering peak A white cloud leans its tearful cheek, Till all its soul of mystic pain Dissolves in slow, soft, vaporous rain. Thus, when our heart-griefs seek aright Some heavenly Thought's majestic height, Their passion, touched by loftier air, Dissolves in tender mists of prayer! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EXHORTATION TO PRAYER by MARGARET MERCER THE MOUNT OF OLIVES, SELECTION by ANEIRIN THE PENDULUM by JURGIS BALTRUSHAITIS THE INDIGO BIRD by JOHN BURROUGHS VER PERPETUM by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE HARVEST SONG by RICHARD DEHMEL TO EDMUND GOSSE, WITH GOLDSMITH'S SELECTED POEMS by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON |