I'll build my cabin in the pass Sheer against the sky, Where pines go marching up the hills To watch the clouds sail by. I'll live with the winds away up there, I'll pal with the winds and weather, And we'll think things out in the high hills way, The hills and I, together. For thoughts will form like the floating clouds In the winds from East and West— White, heaped-up thoughts, or sunlit wisps, Luminous images, truth half-guessed. World-thoughts, they'll be, that form and float, Of roots and rivers and stars and wings— Of seeds and buds and ripened fruit— And ageless dreaming things. Yes, I'll live in a cabiin in the pass Sheer against the sky, Where the pines go marching up the hills To watch the clouds sail by. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MOTHER AND CHILD (WAR VICTIMS) by EVELYN D. BANGAY POLLY BE-EN UPZIDES WI' TOM by WILLIAM BARNES SUNSET ACROSS THE LAKE by AUGUSTA M. BARNEY MEASUREMENTS by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON OTHER LITTLE SHIPS by EDNA BINTLIFF |