QUEEN MOUNTAIN by BLANCHE BROWNE BRYANT

I marvel as you chameleonize
While you go passing by,
Wearing long robes of varying hues,
Your haloed head held high.

I see your charm, when you dress in gray,
And in the clouds and mist
Your head hangs lowered in humble grief,
Whose brow Sunlight has kissed.

And when tears drop from your lashes green
Along your ashen face
And form into little rivulets
Which look like Irish lace.

Again, when you don your regal robes
Of gold and purple light
And march along in triumphant strides,
You are a splendid sight.

With your snow-capped head and dress of white
You seem severe and cold;
For those who know you intimately,
Delightful charms you hold.

But when in your autumnal glory
The sun shines on your breast
And the rouge is on your regal cheeks,
That's when I like you best.

Classic and Contemporary Poetry

Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!

Other Poems of Interest...