After the turgid incidence and when The last mad whispering had darkly blown Away, letting the woods be real again, He propped his elbow on a lichened stone. "I've climbed that mountain many times alone," He said at length. She stared, then asked him how One felt at timberline. He answered, "One Feels much as we do now," remembering snow That must have cooled whatever long ago Had cracked the rocks with terrible ecstasy. "It's not so wild up there, you feel as though Something were finished. You're at peace with sky And earth, as we are now." She pointed where The peak seemed highest, whispering, "Take me there." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BLUEFLAGS by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS MY LOVE COULD WALK by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES WILLIE WINKIE by WILLIAM MILLER HE FELL AMONG THIEVES by HENRY JOHN NEWBOLT CREDO by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 20 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 83. BARREN SPRING by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI |