The mountains are so cold not just now but every year crowded ridges breathe in snow sunless forests breathe out mist nothing grows until Grain Ears leaves fall before Autumn Begins a lost traveler here looks in vain for the sky | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GRASSHOPPER AND CRICKET by JOHN KEATS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: PETIT THE POET by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE WOUND-DRESSER by WALT WHITMAN THE ARGONAUTS (ARGONATUICA): REMORSE by APOLLONIUS RHODIUS PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 46. AL-WASI'H by EDWIN ARNOLD |