Author Robert Loveman A mist came over the mountain, A mist came over the sea; The mist rose up from the fountain, Singing a song unto me. O mist of the beautiful mountain, O mist of the sorrowful skies, My heart is a deep weeping fountain Splashing this mist to my eyes. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments