Isabel Ecclestone Mackay

(25 November 1875 – 15 August 1928 / Canada)

On The Mountain - Poem by Isabel Ecclestone Mackay

THE top of the world and an empty morning,
Mist sweeping in from the dim Outside,
The door of day just a little bit open--
The wind's great laugh as he flings it wide!

O wind, here's one who would travel with you
To the far bourne you alone may know--
There would I seek what some one is hiding,
There would I find where my longings go!

To some deep calm would I drift and nestle
Close to the heart of the Great Surprise.
O strong wind, do you laugh to see us?
We are so little and oh, so wise!

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Poem Submitted: Monday, September 6, 2010

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