Blue mountains to the north of the walls, White river winding about them; Here we must make separation And go out through a thousand miles of dead grass. Mind like a floating wide cloud, Sunset like the parting of old acquaintances Who bow over their clasped hands at a distance. Our horses neigh to each other as we are departing. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE STORY OF SEVENTY-SIX by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE LOVE SONG OF J. ALFRED PRUFROCK by THOMAS STEARNS ELIOT THE SNOWING OF THE PINES' by THOMAS WENTWORTH HIGGINSON THE LAST BUCCANEER by CHARLES KINGSLEY ABRAHAM LINCOLN WALKS AT MIDNIGHT by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY |