Mild the Mist Upon the Hill

Totem poles, Skedans, by popejon2
Totem poles, Skedans, by popejon2

Mild the mist upon the hill,
Telling not of storms to-morrow ;
No, the day has wept its fill,
Spent its store of silent sorrow.

Oh, I’m gone back to the days of youth,
I am a child once more,
And ‘neath my father’s sheltering roof
And near the old hall door,

I watch this cloudy evening fall,
After a day of rain;
Blue mists, sweet mists of summer pall
The horizon’s mountain chain.

The damp stands in the long, green grass
As thick as morning’s tears;
And dreamy scents of fragrance pass
That breathe of other years.
—Emily Brontë

Comments

  1. What a beautiful poem!I simply adore poetry,and the image you choose is also stunning!

    Comment by NIkiah on May 10, 2011 at 10:02 am
  2. Thanks Nikiah, I’m glad you like it. I’ll be posting relevant poetry as I find it, so keep an eye out.

    Comment by Jason Landry on May 10, 2011 at 10:08 am

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