THIS is the summit, wild and lone. Westward the Cumbrian mountains stand. Let me look eastward on mine own Ancestral land. O sing me songs, O tell me tales, Of yonder valleys at my feet! She was a daughter of those dales, A daughter sweet. Oft did she speak of homesteads there, And faces that her childhood knew. She speaks no more; and scarce I dare To deem it true, That somehow she can still behold Sunlight and moonlight, earth and sea, Which were among the gifts untold She gave to me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NAPOLEON by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE BREAK OF DAY IN THE TRENCHES by ISAAC ROSENBERG ENGLAND IN 1819 by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY TO - (3) by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY AT GIBRALTAR by GEORGE EDWARD WOODBERRY PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 7. AL-MAUMIN by EDWIN ARNOLD THE MARCH OF THE GHOSTS by VINCENT GODFREY BURNS SPRING FANTASIES: 1. MAY DAY IN MARCH by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |