The mountains, and the lonely death at last Upon the lonely mountains: O strong friend! The wandering over, and the labour passed, Thou art indeed at rest: Earth gave thee of her best, That labour and this end. Earth was thy mother, and her true son thou: Earth called thee to a knowledge of her ways, Upon the great hills, up the great streams: now Upon earth's kindly breast Thou art indeed at rest: Thou, and thine arduous days. Fare thee well, O strong heart! The tranquil night Looks calmly on thee: and the sun pours down His glory over thee, O heart of might! Earth gives thee perfect rest: Earth, whom thy swift feet pressed: Earth, whom the vast stars crown. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STANZAS by GEORGE GORDON BYRON TO JOHN DONNE (1) by BEN JONSON A SAD, SAD STORY by MOTHER GOOSE GARDEN DAYS: 2. NEST EGGS by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON A MATCH by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE DECEMBER 31ST by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE |