It sleeps among the thousand hills Where no man ever trod, And only nature's music fills The silences of God. Great mountains tower above its shore, Green rushes fringe its brim, And o'er its breast for evermore The wanton breezes skim. Dark clouds that intercept the sun Go there in Spring to weep, And there, when Autumn days are done, White mists lie down to sleep. Sunrise and sunset crown with gold The peaks of ageless stone, Where winds have thundered from of old And storms have set their throne. No echoes of the world afar Disturb it night or day, But sun and shadow, moon and star Pass and repass for aye. 'Twas in the grey of early dawn, When first the lake we spied, And fragments of a cloud were drawn Half down the mountain side. Along the shore a heron flew, And from a speck on high, That hovered in the deepening blue, We heard the fish-hawk's cry. Among the cloud-capt solitudes, No sound the silence broke, Save when, in whispers down the woods, The guardian mountains spoke. Through tangled brush and dewy brake, Returning whence we came, We passed in silence, and the lake We left without a name. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DAY IS DONE by PHOEBE CARY SONNET by ALICE RUTH MOORE DUNBAR-NELSON BEN BOLT by THOMAS DUNN ENGLISH BAVARIAN GENTIANS by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE THE HOUSE ON THE HILL by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 99. AZ-ZABOOR by EDWIN ARNOLD A COUNTRY NOSEGAY by ALFRED AUSTIN |