Heights And Depths Poem by William Canton

Heights And Depths



He walked in glory on the hills;
We dalesmen envied from afar
The heights and rose-lit pinnacles
Which placed him nigh the evening star.

Upon the peaks they found him dead;
And now we wonder if he sighed
For our low grass beneath his head,
For our rude huts, before he died.

Monday, September 20, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: rose,star
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