As one turned round on some high mountain top Views all things as they are, but out of place, Reversing recognition, so I trace Dimly those dreams of youth and love and stop Blindly; for in such mood landmarks and ways That we have trodden all our lives and know We seem not to have known and cannot guess: Like one who told his footsteps over to me In the opposite world and where he wandered through Whilst the hot wind blew from the sultry north-- Forests that give no shade, and bottomless Sands where the plummet sinks as in the sea, Saw the sky struck by lightning from the earth, Rain salt like blood, and flights of fiery snow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SUBALTERNS by THOMAS HARDY THE BRONCHO THAT WOULD NOT BE BROKEN by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY THE YOUNG MAY MOON by THOMAS MOORE ROUTE MARCH by CHARLES HAMILTON SORLEY BARBARA FRIETCHIE [SEPTEMBER 13, 1862] by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE CLOAK, THE BOAT, AND THE SHOES by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE FROGS: THE RIVAL POETS by ARISTOPHANES THE SECOND DAYES LAMENTATION OF THE AFFECTIONATE SHEPHEARD by RICHARD BARNFIELD |