The mountains stand, and stare around They are far too proud to speak! Altho' they are rooted in the ground, Up they go -- peak after peak, Beyond the tallest house; and still Climbing over tree and hill, Until you'd think they'd never stop Going up, top over top, Into the clouds -- Still I mark That a linnet, thrush or lark, Flying just as high, can sing As if he'd not done anything! I think the mountains ought to be Taught a little modesty! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LAKE (VERSION 2) by EDGAR ALLAN POE AN OLD WOMAN: 1 by EDITH SITWELL CANE: NOVEMBER COTTON FLOWER by JEAN TOOMER STANZAS ON THE DEATH OF A CHILD by BERNARD BARTON LET US REASON TOGETHER by LEVI BISHOP THE ABANDONED by MATHILDE BLIND INAUGURATION SONNET: ERNEST FOX NICHOLS by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |