O mighty mountain pass! from eldest time Organ of tempest-breath and roar of river! And can it be thy heritage sublime Is forfeit now for ever? Shall all that man hath done not once have drown'd The mountain music that abides in thee? Save for a moment, when thou heardest sound The onset of Dundee. One single hour, and all again was dumb! But overcrowing Tummel's loudest fall, And Garry's thunder, hark the railway come Harsh shrieking over all! Ah, what down-crashing! fall thy kingly ones, Rock-moor'd old oaks, and tempest-soughin' pine, And birches that have gleam'd in summer suns, Shimmer'd in white moonshine. Along these mountains must we never more See silver mists unmixed with railway steam? Nor hear, without the train's intruding roar, Pure voice of wind and stream? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ONE WORD MORE by ROBERT BROWNING THE CONTRETEMPS by THOMAS HARDY VETERAN SIRENS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON COLUMBUS [AUGUST 3, 1492] by JOHANN CHRISTOPH FRIEDRICH VON SCHILLER THE DESERTED HOUSE by ALFRED TENNYSON TO SPAIN - A LAST WORD by EDITH MATILDA THOMAS LITTLE BOATIE'; A SLUMBER SONG FOR THE FISHERMAN'S CHILD by HENRY VAN DYKE |