A FRIENDLY mountain I know; As I lie on the green slope there It sets my heart in a glow And closes the door on care. A thought I try to frame— I was with you long ago; My soul from your heart out-came; Mountain, is that not so? Take me again, dear hills, Open the door to me Where the magic murmur thrills The halls I do not see, The halls and caverns deep; Though sometimes I may dare Down the twilight stairs of sleep To meet the kingly there. Sometimes on flaming wings I sit upon a throne And watch how the great star swings Along the sapphire zone. It has wings of its own for flight, Diamond its pinions strong, Glories of opal and white, I watch the whole night long. Until I needs must lay My royal robes aside To toil in a world of grey, Grey shadows by my side. And when I ponder it o'er Grey memories only bide, But their fading lips tell more Than all the world beside. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HOMECOMING by THOMAS HARDY ON BOARD THE '76; WRITTEN FOR BRYANT'S SEVENTIETH BIRTHDAY by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL SACRIFICE by GEORGE WILLIAM RUSSELL TO A SKYLARK by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY THE YOUTH WITH RED-GOLD HAIR by EDITH SITWELL IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 130 by ALFRED TENNYSON A CALL TO ARMS by MARY RAYMOND SHIPMAN ANDREWS NATALITIUM: MARTIJ 13, 1643 by JOSEPH BEAUMONT ALEXANDER VI DINES WITH THE CARDINAL OF CAPUA by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET |