A TRAIL upwinds from Golden; It leads to a land God only knows, To the land of eternal frozen snows, That trail unknown and olden. And they tell a tale that is strange and wild Of a lovely and lonely mountain child That went up the trail from Golden. A child in the sweet of her womanhood, Beautiful, tender, grave and good As the saints in time long olden. And the days count not, nor the weeks avail; For the child that went up the mountain trail Came never again to Golden. And the watchers wept in the midnight gloom, Where the cañons yawn and the Selkirks loom, For the love that they knew of olden. And April dawned, with its suns aflame, And the eagles wheeled and the vultures came And poised o'er the town of Golden. God of the white eternal peaks, Guard the dead while the vulture seeks! God of the days so olden. For only God in His greatness knows Where the mountain holly above her grows, On the trail that leads from Golden. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TOMB AT AKR CAAR by EZRA POUND THE EXEQUY [ON HIS WIFE] by HENRY KING (1592-1669) THE MAN WITH THE HOE by EDWIN MARKHAM AT A SOLEMN MUSIC by JOHN MILTON SONNET: 144 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE TO A MATTABASSETT (A CONNECTICUT INDIAN) by WALTER BARDECK |