The bleak and barren mountains keep A never-ending gloom around The lonely loch; the winds resound, The rains beat down, the tempests sweep, The days are calm and dark and still, -- No other changes Coruisk fill. Scarce living sound is heard, save high The eagle's scream or wild swan's cry. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO R. B. by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS THE PIAZZA OF ST. MARK AT MIDNIGHT by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH EPILOGUE TO LESSING'S LAOCOON by MATTHEW ARNOLD EURYDICE by FRANCIS WILLIAM BOURDILLON WIND OF THE SOUTH by JENNIE MCBRIDE BUTLER |