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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MISTS, by BLANCHE KENDALL MCKEY First Line: Some of the mists that hid the mountain crests Last Line: And left me, wondering still! | |||
Some of the mists that hid the mountain crests Had filtered down to make a mystic day -- An unreal realm, half shadow and half dream, There where the willows drooped above the walk; And I strode toward the grove of misty leaves -- Pale primrose yellow even in the haze -- Without the slightest fancy you were there. And when I saw you, smiling as first smiles Leap from glad eyes that long have been denied, As though the years were fusing in a breath And all the long procession crowned at last In one white flash of understanding light, I felt no shock; I knew no dreadsome fear -- The menace of grim winter on the wind Was lost in sudden warmth of sun-mad May. Yet it is strange that in a second's beat One ray of sun broke through the shroud of mist And bathed a fold of hill, aflame with ash; And in the golden shaft a flock of birds, Grey-winged and silent as the tread of days, Flashed rhythmic passage to some unseen goal -- And left me, wondering still! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PIONEER GRAVEYARD by BLANCHE KENDALL MCKEY SABBATH HYMN ON THE MOUNTAINS by JOHN STUART BLACKIE LOST BUT FOUND by HORATIO (HORATIUS) BONAR THE HISTORY OF ARCADIUS AND SEPHA: BOOK 2 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH SONNETS OF SEVEN CITIES: PHILADELPHIA by BERTON BRALEY |
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