Back to this mould, this matrix whence I came, I come again. -- Like solder where it spills, My being hardened in among these hills When God took off my metal from the flame And poured me out like silver: presently, My outline fixed forever, I was I, Stamped by this rocky corner like a die, Shaped by these five hills and this edge of sea. Oh, strange how hills and man's heart interlock Inveterately -- how rock can bestow Its contour on his spirit quick within! Yet so it is: hill-men have always been Like nuggets fashioned by their chinks, or snow Packed in the star-like crevice of a rock. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE AGONY [AGONIE] by GEORGE HERBERT COMPLAINT OF THE ABSENCE OF HER LOVER BEING UPON THE SEA by HENRY HOWARD THE DESCRIPTION OF COOKHAM by AEMILIA (BASSANO) LANYER THE WITCH IN THE GLASS by SARAH MORGAN BRYAN PIATT SONNET: 24 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE EYES AND LIPS by AUGUSTE ANGELLIER |