I longed to visit the eastern cliff countless years until today I finally grabbed a vine and climbed but halfway there met mist and wind the trail was too narrow for clothes the moss too slick for shoes I stopped beneath this cinnamon tree and slept with a cloud for a pillow | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INSOMNIA by EDITH MATILDA THOMAS THE LETTER; EDWARD ROWLAND SILL, DIED FEBRUARY 27, 1887 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH COMPLAINS, BEING HIND'RED THE SIGHT OF HIS NYMPH by PHILIP AYRES SONG: 5 by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD ON SEEING AN OFFICER'S WIDOW DISTRACTED - ARREARS OF PENSION by MARY BARBER MISAPPELLATION by STEPHANIE L. BINCKLI |