YE mountains, that far off lift up your heads, Seen dimly through their canopies of blue, The shade of my unrestful spirit sheds Distance-created beauty over you; I am not well content with this far view; How may I know what foot of loved one treads Your rocks moss-grown and sun-dried torrent beds? We should love all things better, if we knew What claims the meanest have upon our hearts; Perchance even now some eye, that would be bright To meet my own, looks on your mist-robed forms; Perchance your grandeur a deep joy imparts To souls that have encircled mine with light, -- O brother-heart, with thee my spirit warms! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BETRAND AND GOURGAUD TALK OVER OLD TIMES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS CONRAD AT TWILIGHT by JOHN CROWE RANSOM HAILSTORM IN MAY by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS TALES OF A WAYSIDE INN: THE THIRD DAY: SCANDERBERG by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE TALENTED MAN by WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED THE TAXI by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS PASTEL by MARSDON GILFORD ALBRITTON |