Dark things have happened in the misted hills in the rainy months, in the dark lobe of the year. See this small valley like a gash in the mountain, with the stream flowing down between the thick lantana and at its head, beneath the hanging rocks, a somber pool that never knows the sun. Lay the leaf on the stone, and the stone upon it, and tread softly in that valley, slipping among the boulders. The Pig-Child watches from the gloomy height, these are his hoofprints on the muddy trail. Hark, as you dodge that stone that hurtles down -- do you not hear his distant, mocking laughter? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WRITTEN UNDER THE INFLUENCE OF DELIRIUM by WILLIAM COWPER WHO WALKS WITH BEAUTY by DAVID MORTON EPILOGUE TO THE SATIRES: DIALOGUE 1 by ALEXANDER POPE SONNET TO NIGHT by JOSEPH BLANCO WHITE AMBITION AND CONTENT; A FABLE by MARK AKENSIDE ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 11. TO THE COUNTRY GENTLEMEN OF ENGLAND by MARK AKENSIDE |