HAPPY the man, who on the mountain-side Bending o'er fern and flowers his basket fills: Yet he will never know the outline-power, The awful Whole of the Eternal Hills. So some there are, who never feel the strength In thy blind eyes, majestic and complete, Which conquers those, who motionlessly sit, O dear divine old Giant, at thy feet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HE'D BE NOTHING BUT HIS VIOLIN by MARY KYLE DALLAS ARMY CORRESPONDENT'S LAST RIDE; FIVE FORKS, APRIL 1, 1865 by GEORGE ALFRED TOWNSEND THE DEVIL'S DICTIONARY, SELECTION by AMBROSE BIERCE ON THE WAY TO CHURCH by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT SONG OF THE SUPERMAN by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE LINES SUGGESTED BY A LATE OCCURRENCE by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |