Poems by Emily Dickinson: The Mountain
Updated May 6, 2020 |
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The Mountain
The Mountain
The mountain sat upon the plain
In his eternal chair,
His observation omnifold,
His inquest everywhere.
In his eternal chair,
His observation omnifold,
His inquest everywhere.
The seasons prayed around his knees,
Like children round a sire:
Grandfather of the days is he,
Of dawn the ancestor.
Like children round a sire:
Grandfather of the days is he,
Of dawn the ancestor.
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