THERE are brilliant heights of sorrow That only the few may know; And the lesser woes of the world, like waves, Break noiselessly, far below. I hold for my own possessing, A mount that is lone and still -- The great high place of a hopeless grief, And I call it my "Heart-break Hill." And once on a winter's midnight I found its highest crown, And there in the gloom, my soul and I, Weeping, we sat us down. But now when I seek that summit We are two ghosts that go; Only two shades of a thing that died, Once in the long ago. So I sit me down in the silence, And say to my soul, "Be still," So the world may not know we died that night, From weeping on "Heart-break Hill." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE EXECUTION OF MONTROSE by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN THE KEEP-SAKE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE FIRST SNOWFALL by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL AMONG THE REDWOODS by EDWARD ROWLAND SILL THE ABSINTHE-DRINKER by ARTHUR WILLIAM SYMONS |