O mighty mountain pass! from eldest time Organ of tempest-breath and roar of river! And can it be thy heritage sublime Is forfeit now for ever? Shall all that man hath done not once have drown'd The mountain music that abides in thee? Save for a moment, when thou heardest sound The onset of Dundee. One single hour, and all again was dumb! But overcrowing Tummel's loudest fall, And Garry's thunder, hark the railway come Harsh shrieking over all! Ah, what down-crashing! fall thy kingly ones, Rock-moor'd old oaks, and tempest-soughin' pine, And birches that have gleam'd in summer suns, Shimmer'd in white moonshine. Along these mountains must we never more See silver mists unmixed with railway steam? Nor hear, without the train's intruding roar, Pure voice of wind and stream? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CAROL: NEW STYLE by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET OVID, OLD BUDDY, I WOULD DISCOURSE WITH YOU A WHILE by HAYDEN CARRUTH TO THE MEMORY OF INEZ MILHOLLAND by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SONG FOR A VIOLA D'AMORE by AMY LOWELL DOMESDAY BOOK: MRS. GREGORY WENNER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DOMESDAY BOOK: THE VERDICT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |