Over The Mountains
" WHAT dream unpillowed thy young head
At chill and cheerless break of day?
And where, with swift, impatient tread,
Pursuest thou thy lonely way? "
" See where the purple mountains lie,
Like clouds that catch the rising sun;
Behind yon peak that breasts the sky
I needs must be ere day is done. "
" And lies thy home beyond that peak,
In some wild-wooded mountain-glen,
And, sick with absence, dost thou seek
The sweet, familiar scene again? "
" Untroubled as the morning wind
That drinks the dew from grass and tree,
I leave my father's house behind;
The broad, bright world is home to me. "
" Then Fancy hath thee by the hand,
And whispers tales of import sweet,
How, sighing through a rainbow land,
Love listens for thy coming feet. "
" 'Twere sweet to find love waiting me,
If love were meek and came unsought;
Not mine a love-sick fantasy,
I follow a sublimer thought. "
" Dost dream of mines and treasures rare,
In yon recesses buried down,
Or seek in faery fastness there
The bitter laurel of renown? "
" Ask me no more! I cannot tell
What thing I burn to find or do;
I only know a wild, wild spell
Compels me to those crests of blue. "
" I warn thee, though they seem so near,
It is a weary way between;
Through woods and wastes obscure and drear,
And adder-haunted fens unseen. "
" A journey made, a danger met,
Are tales to tell when both are done;
There never was pleasure yet
Worth tasting if too smoothly won. "
" Oh, boy, why waste the golden hours
In searching after fancied sweet?
Thou'lt find naught sweeter than the flowers,
That die beneath thy heedless feet. "
" Oh, rank of scent and pale to sight
The weeds that haunt this homely place!
The flowers that spring beyond that height
Must bloom with a diviner grace. "
" On some tall cliff's accessless crown
They mock the desperate climber's clutch,
Or haply, if he pull them down,
They turn to ashes at his touch.
" Beyond those hills in other years,
I, too, sought wondrous things to find.
Ah me! I turn again, with tears,
To seek the sweets I left behind. "
At chill and cheerless break of day?
And where, with swift, impatient tread,
Pursuest thou thy lonely way? "
" See where the purple mountains lie,
Like clouds that catch the rising sun;
Behind yon peak that breasts the sky
I needs must be ere day is done. "
" And lies thy home beyond that peak,
In some wild-wooded mountain-glen,
And, sick with absence, dost thou seek
The sweet, familiar scene again? "
" Untroubled as the morning wind
That drinks the dew from grass and tree,
I leave my father's house behind;
The broad, bright world is home to me. "
" Then Fancy hath thee by the hand,
And whispers tales of import sweet,
How, sighing through a rainbow land,
Love listens for thy coming feet. "
" 'Twere sweet to find love waiting me,
If love were meek and came unsought;
Not mine a love-sick fantasy,
I follow a sublimer thought. "
" Dost dream of mines and treasures rare,
In yon recesses buried down,
Or seek in faery fastness there
The bitter laurel of renown? "
" Ask me no more! I cannot tell
What thing I burn to find or do;
I only know a wild, wild spell
Compels me to those crests of blue. "
" I warn thee, though they seem so near,
It is a weary way between;
Through woods and wastes obscure and drear,
And adder-haunted fens unseen. "
" A journey made, a danger met,
Are tales to tell when both are done;
There never was pleasure yet
Worth tasting if too smoothly won. "
" Oh, boy, why waste the golden hours
In searching after fancied sweet?
Thou'lt find naught sweeter than the flowers,
That die beneath thy heedless feet. "
" Oh, rank of scent and pale to sight
The weeds that haunt this homely place!
The flowers that spring beyond that height
Must bloom with a diviner grace. "
" On some tall cliff's accessless crown
They mock the desperate climber's clutch,
Or haply, if he pull them down,
They turn to ashes at his touch.
" Beyond those hills in other years,
I, too, sought wondrous things to find.
Ah me! I turn again, with tears,
To seek the sweets I left behind. "
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