FOR we the mighty mountain plains have trod Both in the glow of sunset and sunrise; And lighted by the moon of southern skies. The snow-white torrent of the thundering flood Have we not watched together? In the wood Have we not felt the warm tears dim our eyes While zephyrs softer than an infant's sighs Ruffled the light air of our solitude? O Earth, maternal Earth, and thou O Heaven And Night first-born, who now, e'en now, dost waken The host of stars, thy constellated train! Tell me if those can ever be forgiven, Those abject, who together have partaken These Sacraments of Nature-and in vain? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN THE BERKSHIRE HILLS by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE RETORT by GEORGE POPE MORRIS THE MILKING-MAID by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI OH, TORTURE NOT MY SOUL! by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS BENNINGTON by WILLIAM HENRY BABCOCK |