Classic and Contemporary Poetry
PAUL HILL, by DREW B. GILMAN First Line: Oh let me clamber up the silent stones Last Line: The strings of my soul's eolian harp with a song. | ||||||||
Oh let me clamber up the silent stones Of sheer Paul Hill that bruise but do not know, Alone to feel those other-worldly tones Of lambkins bleating through the vale below -- To spend ascending force's every ounce, Then fall down spent upon my quaking knees And thence adore those rolling dark blue mounts Across the chasm, in Heaven's bright, blue seas, Then foot it on to top the ledgy ridge, To lay me down upon the lofty land, And peer up into the zenith high and grand, Cerulean, cool and free of mote and midge Until the wind of Heaven swishes along The strings of my soul's Eolian harp with a song. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LIGHT [AND LOVE] by FRANCIS WILLIAM BOURDILLON IMAGINATION, FR. A MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE FIVE LITTLE WANDERINGS: 2. CHILDHOOD by BERTON BRALEY THE BUSH-SPARROW by MADISON JULIUS CAWEIN THE TITANIC by SAMUEL VALENTINE COLE ME 'N' DUNBAR by JAMES DAVID CORROTHERS |
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