The veil of night-mist drawn aside, Mount Kingston shoulders into view; A deep blue pile of mighty slopes, That rise, and sweep with grandeur up To heights that breathe of infinite. The first sun rays slant up to crown The topmost peak, mauve-shaded gold; Daylight sifts through a waving sea Of green tree tops, which overflows The slopes around a granite cliff -- A cosmic tablet, etched by storms And seared by years on years of sun; High up above a pine leans out A broken, bare-limbed forest shell, On which gray-headed eagles perch And look down on a pigmy world. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOVE AND DEATH by SARA TEASDALE TO MADAME DE SEVIGNE by MATHIEU DE MONTREUIL RAILROAD RHYME by JOHN GODFREY SAXE THE FUTURE SPEAKS by LOUIS KAUFMAN ANSPACHER PSALM 26. JUDICA ME DEUS by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |