I climb the majestic mountain to its summit. There I stand rapt in wonderment At the beauty and splendor of the cerulean sky While cumulus and cirrus clouds gambol at my feet. I turn toward the setting sun And watch her robe of crimson luster Drop behind the western slope. Soon the low hanging duplicate horn Moon, Venus, Orion, the Pleiades and Milky Way Dot the dome of heaven with diamond gems. Enthralled by such enchanting beauty We exclaim with the Psalmist of old: "The heavens declare the glory of God; And the firmament showeth his handiwork." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SHE HEARS THE STORM by THOMAS HARDY THOUGHTS OF PHENA AT NEWS OF HER DEATH by THOMAS HARDY WALT WHITMAN by HARRISON SMITH MORRIS INDIAN NAMES by LYDIA HUNTLEY SIGOURNEY IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 119 by ALFRED TENNYSON THE CITY OF DREADFUL NIGHT: 21 by JAMES THOMSON (1834-1882) |