OH, snows so pure! oh, peaks so high! I lift to you a hopeless eye. I see your icy ramparts drawn Between the sleepers and the dawn. I see you, when the sun has set, Flush with the dying daylight yet. I see you, passionless and pure, Above the lightnings stand secure; But may not climb, for now the hours Are spring's, and earth a maze of flowers. And now, 'mid summer's dust and heat, I stay my steps for childish feet. And now, when autumn glows, I fear To lose the harvest of the year. Now winter frowns, and life runs slow, Even on the plains I tread thro' snow. While ye are veiled, or, dimly seen, Only reveal what might have been; And where high hope would once aspire Broods a dark storm-cloud dealing fire. Oh, snows so pure! oh, peaks so high! I shall not reach you till I die! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VARIATIONS: 15 by CONRAD AIKEN AN EXPATIATION ON THE COMBINING OF WEATHERS AT THIRTY .... by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE IMPOSSIBLE INDISPENSIBILITY OF THE ARS POETICA by HAYDEN CARRUTH A DISCRETE LOVE POEM by JAMES GALVIN |