I longed to visit the eastern cliff countless years until today I finally grabbed a vine and climbed but halfway there met mist and wind the trail was too narrow for clothes the moss too slick for shoes I stopped beneath this cinnamon tree and slept with a cloud for a pillow | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HIGHWAY DEATH TOLL by KAREN SWENSON FUNERAL HYMN by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE LAST REDOUBT by ALFRED AUSTIN A GRAMMARIAN'S FUNERAL by ROBERT BROWNING LEISURE by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES HOMAGE TO THE BRITISH MUSEUM by WILLIAM EMPSON THE CONFLICT OF CONVICTIONS by HERMAN MELVILLE ON THE BACKWARDNESS OF THE SPRING 1771 by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |