When the towering heights of the middle heavens Deep down in the ocean appear, How pleasant to see the great summer clouds Reflect in the water so clear. There are trees above, There are trees below, Huge rocks and sloping hills; And another Sun with its mellow glow The pictured landscape fills. The deep, silent mountains beneath the calm wave Uphold their companions above. Until hurrying winds from the breezy west Sky, mountains, and landscape remove. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DAYBREAK by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE ROLLING ENGLISH ROAD by GILBERT KEITH CHESTERTON THE VALLEY OF UNREST (2) by EDGAR ALLAN POE SARGENT'S PORTRAIT OF EDWIN BOOTH AT THE PLAYERS by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH CYNTHIA SLEEPING IN A GARDEN; A SONNET by PHILIP AYRES |