He read how faith, the merest grain, Whirling a mountain to the sea, Transforms a peak into a plain; And long he prayed that this might be. "But first," a Voice said, "you will find A frowning, lofty pyramid Of ugly doubt within your mind; Remove that mountain." And he did. "Then next," the Voice said, "toss aside From off your spirit's continent The monster mountain peak of pride." So to the sea his pride was sent. "And last," the Voice said, "bid depart That peak that towers to the sun And makes a midnight in your heart, Your ignorance." And it was done. "Now, now," the Voice said, "work the spell, Command the Alps into the sea!" "I've had enough of miracle; Those mountains may remain," said he. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A LOUSE, ON SEEING ONE ON A LADY'S BONNET AT CHURCH by ROBERT BURNS THE FUNERAL TREE OF THE SOKOKIS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER SONNET TO THE DEBEN by BERNARD BARTON ALONG SHORE by HERBERT BASHFORD THE OUTCAST'S DREAM by OLIVE BELL THE WATERMILL by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 38 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |