SINCE I have lost the mountains, I Look for them in the waste of sky, And think to see at the street's close The lovely line of blue and rose The mountains keep that once I knew. There are no mountains here at all, But only the blank roof and wall Of many houses red and grey. I had forgotten the old way The mountains keep in rain and dew. Even in the pleasant country places, Where the fields' faces are friends' faces, The mountains I shall not forget, The mountains come between us yet, Between me and the woods and streams. The wind that blows across them calls Ever at dawn and evenfalls, And I am suddenly forlorn. Across the pastures and ripe corn I see the mountains in my dreams. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BLUEBEARD'S CLOSET by ROSE TERRY COOKE SEA POPPIES by HILDA DOOLITTLE MADRIGAL by WILLIAM DRUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN DREAMS OLD AND NASCENT: NASCENT by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE VILLANELLE OF CITY AND COUNTRY by ZOE AKINS HOMAGE TO QUINTUS SEPTIMIUS FLORENTIS CHRISTIANUS (2) by ANYTE |