MOOSIL'AUK! mountain sagamore! thy brow The wide hill-splendor circles. Not a peer, Among New Hampshire's lordly heights that fear Nor summer's bolt nor winter's blast, hast thou For grand horizons. Lo, to westward now Towers Whiteface over Killington; and clear, To north, Mount Royal cleaves the blue; while near, Franconia's, Conway's peaks the east endow With glory, round great Washington whose cone Of sunset shade, athwart his valleys thrown, Darkens and stills a hundred miles of Maine! To south the bright Lake smiles, and rivers flow Through elm-fringed meadows to the ocean plain — Lone peak! what realms are thine, above, below! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SPARROW by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR A CANADIAN BOAT SONG; WRITTEN ON THE RIVER ST. LAWRENCE by THOMAS MOORE THE THREE WARNINGS by HESTER LYNCH (SALUSBURY) PIOZZI PARTY CARD NO. 224332 by ALEXANDR ILYICH BEZYMENSKY THE SECOND BAPTISM by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON TEN YEARS HAVE PASSED; ON VIEWING WAR GRAVES AT VERDUN, 1928 by DON MAITLAND BUSHBY LIGHT AND DARKNESS by ALICE CARY |