Forever in my dream & in my morning thought ''aEastward a mount ascends''" But when in the sunbeam its hard outline is sought''" ''aIt all dissolves & ends. 5 The woods that way are gates''"the pastures too slope up ''aTo an unearthly ground''" But when I ask my mates, to take the staff & cup, ''aIt can no more be found''" Perchance I have no shoes fit for the lofty soil 10 ''aWhere my thoughts graze''" No properly spun clues''"nor well strained mid day oil ''aOr''"must I mend my ways? It is a promised land which I have not yet earned, ''aI have not made beginning 15 With consecrated hand''"I have not even learned ''aTo lay the underpinning. The mountain sinks by day''"as do my lofty thoughts, ''aBecause I'm not highminded. If I could think alway above these hills & warts 20 ''aI should see it, though blinded. It is a spiral path within the pilgrim's soul ''aLeads to this mountain's brow Commencing at his hearth he reaches to this goal ''aHe knows not when nor how. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE COUNTY OF MAYO by THOMAS LAVELLE THE ENAMEL GIRL by GENEVIEVE TAGGARD PROLOGUE TO THE PLAY OF HENRY THE EIGHTH by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE PASSER-BY by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN TO OUR GIRLS by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR AN INVITATION TO CELEBRATE THE BIRTHDAY OF THE POET MOORE by JOHN CHALK CLARIS SEVEN SONNETS ON THE THOUGHT OF DEATH: 6 by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH |