I know a mountain, lone it lies Under wide blue Arctic skies. Gray against the crimson rags Of sunset loom its granite crags. Gray granite are the peaks that sunder The clouds, and gray the shadows under. Down the weathered gullies flow Waters from its crannied snow; Tumbling cataracts that roar Cannonading down the shore; And rivulets that hurry after With a sound of silver laughter. Up its ramparts winds a trail To a clover-meadowed vale, High among the hills and woods Locked in lonely solitudes. Only wild feet can essay The perils of that cragged way. And here beneath the rugged shoulders Of the granite cliffs and boulders, In the valley of the sky Where tranquil twilight shadows lie, Hunted creatures in their flight Find a refuge for the night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GRANDMITHER, THINK NOT I FORGET by WILLA SIBERT CATHER THE CHAMBERED NAUTILUS by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES THE GRASSHOPPER AND CRICKET by JOHN KEATS A PROPHECY by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR THE COW by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON LUCY (1) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |