Poem by Paul Hamilton Hayne

A Mountain Fantasy

CLOSE to each mountain's towering peak
A white cloud leans its tearful cheek,
Till all its soul of mystic pain
Dissolves in slow, soft, vaporous rain.

Thus, when our heart-griefs seek aright
Some heavenly Thought's majestic height,
Their passion, touched by loftier air,
Dissolves in tender mists of prayer!

1. In Harbor
2. Too Oft the Poet in Elaborate Verse
3. Blanche and Nell
4. Along the Path Thy Bleeding Feet Have Trod
5. Pent in This Common Sphere of Sensual Shows

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