He went up to a mountain apart to pray. A child midst ancient mountains I have stood, Where the wild falcons make their lordly nest On high. The spirit of the solitude Fell solemnly upon my infant breast, Though then I prayed not; but deep thoughts have pressed Into my being since it breathed that air, Nor could I @3now@1 one moment live the guest Of such dread scenes, without the springs of prayer O'erflowing all my soul. No minsters rise Like them in pure communion with the skies, Vast, silent, open unto night and day; So might the o'erburderned Son of man have felt, When, turning where inviolate stillness dwelt, He sought high mountains, there apart to pray. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN A STRANGE CITY by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE RIDE-BY-NIGHTS by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE ON THE SALE BY AUCTION OF KEATS' LOVE LETTERS by OSCAR WILDE THE THREE SAD SHEPPARDESSES, GOE TO A LITTLE TABLE, WHERE THEY SINGE by ELIZABETH BRACKLEY THE RIDERS by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH THE LEGEND OF THE DEAD LAMBS by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON MIDSUMMER IN THE CATSKILLS by JOHN BURROUGHS |