I THE mountains of Glamorgan Look down towards the sea, Their song is clear as any bell In melodies that sink and swell, And there they stand to sentinel A land of mystery. II The mountains of Glamorgan Grow wondrous in the spring: Perhaps our dead folk gather there To bless their land in song and prayer, For every thicket, nook and lair Is loud with whispering. III When I have reached my journey's end And I am dead and free, I pray that God will let me go To wander with them to and fro Along those singing hills I know That look towards the sea. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO SAMUEL COLERIDGE UPON HEARING HIS 'SOME I FEEL LIKE A MOTHERLESS..' by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DOWN BY THE CARIB SEA: 5. THE DANCING GIRL by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE LITTLE PEOPLES by CLAUDE MCKAY NORTH WIND TO DUTIFUL BEAST MIDWAY BETWEEN DIAL & FOOT OF GARDEN CLOCK by MARIANNE MOORE |