SWATHED round in mist and crown'd with cloud, O Mountain! hid from peak to base -- Caught up into the heavens and clasped In white ethereal arms that make Thy mystery of size sublime! What eye or thought can measure now Thy grand dilating loftiness! What giant crest dispute with thee Supremacy of air and sky! What fabled height with thee compare! Not those vine-terraced hills that seethe The lava in their fiery cusps; Nor that high-climbing robe of snow, Whose summits touch the morning star, And breathe the thinnest air of life; Nor crocus-couching Ida, warm With Juno's latest nuptial lure; Nor Tenedos whose dreamy eye Still looks upon beleaguered Troy; Nor yet Olympus crown'd with gods Can boast a majesty like thine, O Mountain! hid from peak to base, And image of the awful power With which the secret of all things, That stoops from heaven to garment earth, Can speak to any human soul, When once the earthly limits lose Their pointed heights and sharpened lines, And measureless immensity Is palpable to sense and sight. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CHILDREN by CHARLES MONROE DICKINSON TAPESTRY TREES by WILLIAM MORRIS (1834-1896) SEVEN SAD SONNETS: 3. THE WANDERING ONE by MARY REYNOLDS ALDIS PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 80, 81. GHAFOOR, MUNTAKIM by EDWIN ARNOLD PEACE AND SHEPHERD by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD SPRING FANTASIES: 1. MAY DAY IN MARCH by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |