Who inhabiteth the Mountain That it shines in lurid light, And is rolled about with thunders, And terrors, and a blight, Like Kaf the peak of Eblis -- Kaf, the evil height? Who has gone up with a shouting And a trumpet in the night? There is battle in the Mountain -- Might assaulteth Might; 'Tis the fastness of the Anarch, Torrent-torn, an ancient height; The crags resound the clangor Of the war of Wrong and Right; And the armies in the valley Watch and pray for dawning light. Joy, joy, the day is breaking, And the cloud is rolled from sight; There is triumph in the Morning For the Anarch's plunging flight; God has glorified the Mountain Where a Banner burneth bright, And the armies in the valley They are fortified in right. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPITAPH: FOR MY GRANDMOTHER by COUNTEE CULLEN MENELAUS AND HELEN by RUPERT BROOKE A BALLADE OF SUICIDE by GILBERT KEITH CHESTERTON BRONZE TRUMPETS AND SEA WATER; ON TURNING LATIN VERSE INTO ENGLISH by ELINOR WYLIE THE TAMER OF STEEDS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET SOUNDS OF THE CITY by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |