What happy mortal sees that mountain now, The white cascade that's shining on its brow; The white cascade that's both a bird and star, That has a ten-mile voice and shines as far? Though I may never leave this land again, Yet every spring my mind must cross the main To hear and see that water-bird and star That on the mountain sings, and shines so far. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE BEING AS VISION by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE INCORRIGIBLE DIRIGIBLE by HAYDEN CARRUTH I'VE NOTHING TO OFFER by DAVID IGNATOW SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: IMANUEL EHRENHARDT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE DEATH OF A PHOTOGRAPHER by KAREN SWENSON |