The Mountains — grow unnoticed —
Their Purple figures rise
Without attempt — Exhaustion —
Assistance — or Applause —
In Their Eternal Faces
The Sun — with just delight
Looks long — and last — and golden —
For fellowship — at night —
The Mountains — grow unnoticed —
Their Purple figures rise
Without attempt — Exhaustion —
Assistance — or Applause —
In Their Eternal Faces
The Sun — with just delight
Looks long — and last — and golden —
For fellowship — at night —
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I thnk this poem talks about how just as mountais. gr8 people do gr8 things without recognition. But don’t listen to me, whonunderstands ED anyway??? 🙂