Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ECHO NOTCH, by ANONYMOUS First Line: "grim mountain sprite! That, robed in woods" Last Line: "we leave thee, in dumb mystery, / dread sprite! To heave that hoary bulk forever" Subject(s): "mount Desert, Maine; | ||||||||
GRIM mountain Sprite! that, robed in woods, Dost sit among these hills, their rightful king, Forgive the wight who rashly dares To vex thy silence with his questioning. Adown thy steep and rugged flanks The black fir glooms and the pale aspens quiver, And o'er thy glistening, wind-swept cliffs The mossy, perfumed streamlets leap forever. We call to thee: our feeble cry Dies 'gainst the rocky faces of thy throne; And from thy shaggy bosom comes Thine answer, deep-voiced as an organ-tone. In that broad breast no human heart To human pulses answereth again: The wandering wretch, in wood-paths lost, To thy stern face for pity looks in vain. Within that sphinx-like face we fain Would read the riddle of life's fleeting story, -- Thy calm eternal would we grasp, And gild our gloom with thy far-shining glory. But thou! thou gazest on the sea, With fir-crowned, stony brow that changes never: We leave thee, in dumb mystery, Dread sprite! to heave that hoary bulk forever. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SITTING BULL IN SERBIA by WILLIAM JAY SMITH TO THE EXCELLENT ORINDA by PHILO PHILIPPA EPIGRAM OCCASIONED BY CIBBER'S VERSES IN PRAISE OF NASH: 1 by ALEXANDER POPE THE GIFT OF THE GODS by JOHN GODFREY SAXE TO CHRISTOPHER NORTH by ALFRED TENNYSON BEAU NASH by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER BEAU NASH AND THE ROMAN, OR THE TWO ERAS by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER TIS A LITTLE JOURNEY by ANONYMOUS |
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