old poem.....no idea of who wrote it. here goes:
Upon the Mountains distant head
with trackless snow forever white
where all is still and cold and dead
late shines the days departing light.
But far beyond those icy vales
the fields in summer bloom away
woods full of deer and
fields of flocks
are dim with mist and dark with shade.
William Cullen Bryant
(1794 - 1878)
"Upon the Mountain's Distant Head" - William Cullen Bryant
Upon the mountain's distant head,
With trackless snows forever white,
Where all is still, and cold, and dead,
Late shines the day's departing light.
But far below those icy rocks,--
The vales, in summer bloom arrayed,
Woods full of birds, and fields of flocks,
Are dim with mist and dark with shade.
'Tis thus, from warm and kindly hearts
And eyes where generous meanings burn,
Earliest the light of life departs,
But lingers with the cold and stern.
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