Since I came to Cold Mountain how many thousand years have passed accepting my fate I fled to the woods to dwell and gaze in freedom no one visits the cliffs forever hidden by clouds soft grass serves as a mattress my quilt is the dark blue sky a boulder makes a fine pillow Heaven and Earth can crumble and change | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A PRAYER IN SPRING by ROBERT FROST THE PICTURE OF LITTLE T.C. IN A PROSPECT OF FLOWERS by ANDREW MARVELL COLIN CLOUTS COME HOME AGAIN by EDMUND SPENSER OMNES EODEM COGIMUR by AMMIANUS LILIES: 21. ART NEEDS THEE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) SUBJECT LOVE, FOR THE VASE AT BATHEASTON VILLA by JANE BOWDLER |