FOR weeks the clouds had raked the hills And vexed the vales with raining, And all the woods were sad with mist, And all the brooks complaining. At last, a sudden night-storm tore The mountain veils asunder, And swept the valley clean before The besom of the thunder. Through Sandwich notch the west-wind sang Good morrow to the cotter; And once again Chocorua's horn Of shadow pierced the water. Above his broad lake Ossipee, Once more the sunshine wearing, Stooped, tracing on that silver shield His grim armorial bearing. Clear drawn against the hard blue sky The peaks had winter's keenness; And, close on autumn's frost, the vales Had more than June's fresh greenness. Again the sodden forest floors With golden lights were checkered, Once more rejoicing leaves in wind And sunshine danced and flickered. It was as if the summer's late Atoning for its sadness Had borrowed every season's charm To end its days in gladness. I call to mind those banded vales Of shadow and of shining, Through which, my hostess at my side, I drove in day's declining. We held our sideling way above The river's whitening shallows, By homesteads old, with wide-flung barns Swept through and through by swallows, -- By maple orchards, belts of pine And larches climbing darkly The mountain slopes, and, over all, The great peaks rising starkly. You should have seen that long hill-range With gaps of brightness riven, -- How through each pass and hollow streamed The purpling lights of heaven, -- Rivers of gold-mist flowing down From far celestial fountains, -- The great sun flaming through the rifts Beyond the wall of mountains! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPAIN IN AMERICA by GEORGE SANTAYANA ON A TREE FALLEN ACROSS THE ROAD (TO HEAR US TALK) by ROBERT FROST SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: THE HILL by EDGAR LEE MASTERS MAUBERLEY: 5. MEDALLION by EZRA POUND THE FIRST THANKSGIVING DAY [1621] by MARGARET JUNKIN PRESTON THE AGE OF WISDOM by WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY |