I turned, and seeing Fuji, thought I dreamed: -- A mountain in the moon, so far and white, So white and still, slow motioned towards the sky, So strong on earth, so merged with all above. No ragged strife of summit cut the heavens, No agony of struggle petrified, Nor humble head bowed by the glacier's hand. Why vex with thought, when Fuji sits serene? Why fret and fume, when his white head is cold? Why fear, when he so near to heaven, is calm? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SUNDAY NIGHT by LOUIS UNTERMEYER NATURES COOK by MARGARET LUCAS CAVENDISH HARVEST MOON: 1914 by JOSEPHINE PRESTON PEABODY SONNET: 97 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE MY ANGUISH by INNOKENTI FYODOROVICH ANNENSKY GROWTH by MILDRED TELFORD BARNWELL |