On the Mountains

On the Mountains Immense retreats of silence and of gloom, Hills of a sterile grandeur, rocks that sublime In bareness seek the blue sky’s infinite room With their coeval snows untouched by Time! I seek your solemn spaces! Let me at last Forgotten of thought through days immemorable Voiceless and needless keep your refuge vast, Growing into the peace in which I dwell. For like that Soul unmade you seem to brood Who sees all things emerge but none creates, Watching the ages from His solitude, Lone, unconcerned, remote. You to all Fates Offer an unchanged heart, unmoved abide, Wordless, acceptant, sovereignly still. There is a soul in us as silent, wide, Mere, uncreative, imperturbable. Read Online: https://incarnateword.in/cwsa/2/on-the-mountains