The holy mountains,
The gay streams,
Heavy shadows,
And tall, trembling trees;
The light that sleeps
Between the heavy shadows,
Wind that creeps
Faintly, from far-off seas--
The mountains' light,
Waters' noise,
Trees' shadows,
Clear, slow, calm air,
Are dreams, dreams,
And far, far-fallen echoes
Of secret worlds
And inconceivable dark seas.
The Holy Mountains
John Freeman
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Poem topics: dark, wind, clear, holy, secret, noise, slow, fallen, light, heavy, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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