What happy mortal sees that mountain now, The white cascade that's shining on its brow; The white cascade that's both a bird and star, That has a ten-mile voice and shines as far? Though I may never leave this land again, Yet every spring my mind must cross the main To hear and see that water-bird and star That on the mountain sings, and shines so far. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SOLDIER LISTENS by JEAN STARR UNTERMEYER ODE SUNG IN THE TOWN HALL, CONCORD, JULY 4, 1857 by RALPH WALDO EMERSON HE FELL AMONG THIEVES by HENRY JOHN NEWBOLT THE SCORPION by WILLIAM PLOMER THE SISTERS by MARY REYNOLDS ALDIS POLYHYMNIA: L'ENVOY by WILLIAM BASSE THE SUNLIT VALE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN RED COTTON NIGHT-CAP COUNTRY; OR, TURF AND TOWERS: PART 3 by ROBERT BROWNING |