Who takes the Cold Mountain Road takes a road that never ends the rivers are long and piled with rocks the streams are wide and choked with grass it's not the rain that makes the moss slick and it's not the wind that makes the pines moan who can get past the tangles of the world and sit with me in the clouds | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOREINE: A HORSE by ARTHUR DAVISON FICKE THE FALL; A GREAT FAVORIT BEHEADED by LUIS DE GONGORA |