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. Fate, or God?
2. Aspects of the Pines
3. The Soul-Conflict
4. A Morning after Storm
5. Now, While the Rear-Guard of the Flying Year

Print

1774 Views

Last Poems

To Russian version