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. Welcome to Winter
2. Carlyle
3. A Dream of the South Winds
4. An Idle Poet, Dreaming in the Sun
5. Between the Sunken Sun and the New Moon

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