Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MOUNT TAMALPAIS, by ELLA STERLING MIGHELS First Line: Home of the elements - where battling bands Last Line: Behold the scar is not! Alternate Author Name(s): Esmeralda, Aurora Subject(s): Tamalpais, Mount (california) | ||||||||
Home of the elementswhere battling bands Of clouds and winds the rocks defy Mute yet great, old Tamalpais stands Outlined against the rosy sky. His darkened form uprising there commands The country round, and every eye From lesser hills he strangely seems to draw With lifted glance that speaks of wonder and of awe. It is the awe that makes us reverence show To men of might who proudly tower Above their fellow-men; the glance that we bestow On one whose native force and power Have lifted him above the race below The pigmy mortals of an hour. We almost bend the knee and bow the head To the mighty force that marks his kingly tread. And yet from the City, from Rincon Hill, There shines a scar upon his breast. The storms have torn him: they have done him ill He bears a sorrow there upon his crest. Then why desire to feel the fatal flame, Remember still the scars, as well as joys of Fame! The lamplight leaps from hill to hill, A cold wind blows from out the North. The careless heart rejoices still A brilliant star comes trembling forth. Then why desire to feel the fatal flame, Remember still the scars, as well as joys of Fame! O Tamalpais, Mount of Eloquence, Gazing upon us from afar, What gift gives Fame as recompense For the wearing of that deep-graved scar? (Response fifty years later:) What gift, you ask? The years reply! They send the grass to over-spread the spot! And all is now obliterate, beautified! WHY! Behold the scar is not! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...I LOOK IN MY HEART by SARA TEASDALE GLOUCESTER MOORS by WILLIAM VAUGHN MOODY TO THE MOCKINGBIRD by RICHARD HENRY WILDE ECLOGUE: FATHER COME HWOME by WILLIAM BARNES A NOVEL OF HIGH LIFE by THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY THE IDLERS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 33 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT EPISTLE TO ROBERT GRAHAM OF FINTRY, REQUESTING A FAVOR by ROBERT BURNS ON MR. CRUIKSHANK OF THE HIGH SCHOOL, EDINBURGH by ROBERT BURNS |
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