George Sterling
United States

Night on the Mountain

The fog has risen from the sea and crowned
The dark, untrodden summits of the coast,
Where roams a voice, in canyons uttermost,
From midnight waters vibrant and profound.
High on each granite altar dies the sound,
Deep as the trampling of an armored host,
Lone as the lamentation of a ghost,
Sad as the diapason of the drowned.

The mountain seems no more a soulless thing,
But rather as a shape of ancient fear,
In darkness and the winds of Chaos born
Amid the lordless heavens' thundering-
A Presence crouched, enormous and austere,
Before whose feet the mighty waters mourn.
Monday, July 27, 2015
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abcd writer 29 January 2021
is this the summary?
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Julian Kelly 15 December 2020
Night on the Mountain The poem was about taking a walk by the ocean in the night where fog was like clouds on the water. Listing to the roar of the wind against the water and imagining hearing all types of sounds. This can bring peace to your mind or the can become fearful to your body, mind and soul.
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