When the towering heights of the middle heavens Deep down in the ocean appear, How pleasant to see the great summer clouds Reflect in the water so clear. There are trees above, There are trees below, Huge rocks and sloping hills; And another Sun with its mellow glow The pictured landscape fills. The deep, silent mountains beneath the calm wave Uphold their companions above. Until hurrying winds from the breezy west Sky, mountains, and landscape remove. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONGS WITH PRELUDES: REGRET by JEAN INGELOW AN HYMN OF HEAVENLY LOVE by EDMUND SPENSER MY WIFE'S COUSIN, SELECTION by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN SUNSET-MOOD by STANLEY E. BABB THE UNKNOWN GOD by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD IN MEMORIAM, NINTH OF AB by BEN AVROM EPITAPH: JOHN TROT by WILLIAM BLAKE |