CLOSE to each mountain's towering peak A white cloud leans its tearful cheek, Till all its soul of mystic pain Dissolves in slow, soft, vaporous rain. Thus, when our heart-griefs seek aright Some heavenly Thought's majestic height, Their passion, touched by loftier air, Dissolves in tender mists of prayer! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A VOYAGE TO CYTHERA by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE THE CHAMBERED NAUTILUS by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES FOOTSTEPS OF ANGELS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 24 by OMAR KHAYYAM WHEN I WAS YOUNG by IRMA TIBBETTS ANDREWS |