When first I saw ye, Mountains, the broad sun In cloudy grandeur sunk, and showed, far off, A solemn vision of imperfect shapes Crowding the southward sky and stalking on And pointing us "the way that we should go." Dark thunder-mists dwelt on ye; and your forms, Obscurely towering, stood before the eye, Like some strange thing portentous and unknown. I watched the coming storm. The sulphurous gloom Clung sullenly round me, and a dull tinge Began to redden through these mournful shades. A low imperfect murmur o'er ye rolled. Doubtful, I listened. On the breathless calm Again I heard it—then, ye Mountains vast, Amid the tenfold darkness ye withdrew, And vanished quite, save that your high tops smoked, And from your clouds the arrowy lightnings burst, While peals resistless shook the trembling world!— | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OLD FOLKS AT HOME by STEPHEN COLLINS FOSTER THE CROWING OF THE RED COCK by EMMA LAZARUS WOO NOT THE WORLD by MUHAMMAD AL-MU'TAMID II LADY OF MYSTERY by G. W. BLOEMENDAL THE IDLERS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |