Idle I called on an eminent monk amid ten thousand mist-covered mountains the master himself pointed the way home the moon held up its lone lantern | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE HOME GUARDS; WHO PERISHED ... LEXINGTON, MISSOURI by HERMAN MELVILLE ON A LADY WHO FANCIED HERSELF A BEAUTY by CHARLES SACKVILLE (1637-1706) WYATT BEING IN PRISON, TO BRIAN by THOMAS WYATT PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 85. AL-MUKSIT by EDWIN ARNOLD THE DAWN OF EVENING by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE CHERRY-BUDS by GAMALIEL BRADFORD ASOLANDO: THE POPE AND THE NET by ROBERT BROWNING |