Where Cold Mountain dwells in peace isn't on a traveled trail when he meets forest birds each sings their mountain song sacred plants line the streams old pines cling to crags there he is without a care resting on a perilous ledge | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BELLS OF SAN BLAS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE LADY OF SHALOTT by ALFRED TENNYSON THE LAST LOOK O' HAME by HEW AINSLIE THE TIME OF LOVE by FLORENCE E. BALDWIN DEJECTION by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |