As one turned round on some high mountain top Views all things as they are, but out of place, Reversing recognition, so I trace Dimly those dreams of youth and love and stop Blindly; for in such mood landmarks and ways That we have trodden all our lives and know We seem not to have known and cannot guess: Like one who told his footsteps over to me In the opposite world and where he wandered through Whilst the hot wind blew from the sultry north-- Forests that give no shade, and bottomless Sands where the plummet sinks as in the sea, Saw the sky struck by lightning from the earth, Rain salt like blood, and flights of fiery snow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GEOMETRY IS THE MIND OF GOD by JAMES GALVIN MARJORIE'S WOOING by EMMA LAZARUS AUTUMN SONG by KATHERINE MANSFIELD DEAF HOUSE AGENT by KATHERINE MANSFIELD LIVE AND HELP LIVE by EDWIN MARKHAM DOMESDAY BOOK: JANE FISHER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE GREAT RACE PASSES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |