Wednesday, June 24, 2009

"In the White Mountains"

"In the White Mountains"
Mountains in whose vast shadows like great names,

On whose firm pillars rest mysterious dawns,

And sunsets that redream the apocalypse;

A world of billowing green that, veil on veil,

Turns a blue mist and melts in lucent skies;

A silent world, save for slow waves of wind,

Or sudden, hollow clamor of huge rocks

Beaten by valleyed waters mainfold;-

Airs that to breathe is life and joyousness;

Days dying into music; nights whose stars

Shine near, and large, and lustrous; these, O these,

These are for memory to life's ending hour.

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