THE mountain shepherd-boy am I; The castles all below me spy. The sun sends me his earliest beam, Leaves me his latest, lingering gleam. I am the boy of the mountain! The mountain torrent's home is here, Fresh from the rock I drink it clear; As out it leaps with furious force, I stretch my arms and stop its course. I am the boy of the mountain! I claim the mountain for my own; In vain the winds around me moan; From north to south let tempests brawl— My song shall swell above them all. I am the boy of the mountain! Thunder and lightning below me lie, Yet here I stand in upper sky; I know them well, and cry, "Harm not My father's lowly, peaceful cot." I am the boy of the mountain! But when I hear the alarm-bell sound, When watch-fires gleam from the mountains round, Then down I go and march along, And swing my sword, and sing my song. I am the boy of the mountain! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOR THE BED AT KELMSCOTT by WILLIAM MORRIS (1834-1896) MY GARDEN by KATHARINE CANBY BALDERSTON THE FORLORN ONE by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM SATAN ABSOLVED; A VICTORIAN MYSTERY by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT BESIDE THE SHORE ROAD by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |