The mountains, and the lonely death at last Upon the lonely mountains: O strong friend! The wandering over, and the labour passed, Thou art indeed at rest: Earth gave thee of her best, That labour and this end. Earth was thy mother, and her true son thou: Earth called thee to a knowledge of her ways, Upon the great hills, up the great streams: now Upon earth's kindly breast Thou art indeed at rest: Thou, and thine arduous days. Fare thee well, O strong heart! The tranquil night Looks calmly on thee: and the sun pours down His glory over thee, O heart of might! Earth gives thee perfect rest: Earth, whom thy swift feet pressed: Earth, whom the vast stars crown. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BACON'S EPITAPH, MADE BY HIS MAN by JOHN COTTON (1640-1699) SOMETIME by MAY LOUISE RILEY SMITH CARPE DIEM by JEAN ANTOINE DE BAIF SONG OF THE SATYRS TO ARIADNE by WILLIAM ROSE BENET INTERVAL by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE BLACK FOX OF SALMON RIVER by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |