Show THE MOUNTAINS AH through the frozen land we aped through cuttings white and marshes drear through black plantations grim and dead and forest giants darkly bere the landscape fled and passed below and gazing still we saw no more than one great cheerless waste of snow an ocean with no farther shore until tho mountains rose around so sternly from the icy earth and beauty though rejected found A home in her own very dearth cold they were pride intensified in every line so gaunt and grim A mantle and a pall of pride that lingered when all else grew jim the rocky heads all powdered oer and in the valley far below A forest tangle and once more A long and stainless slope of snow they seemed as mourning tor the in hopeless mourning for an ago so distant now its records cast but mystery on earths dim page they seemed as frowning on the eye that arrogantly dared to read the secret thoughts they laid so by and to such silence had decreed they seemed as wrapped in voiceless acorn too passionless to stop to hate that anything of mortal born should dare one thought to penetrate I 1 met them and I 1 left them BO still watching from their fortress white their cold vast citadel of snow to see the first approach of night longing to feel its shadows glide and veil their grief and hide their pain with eager longing even pride though measureless could not restrain lilian in chambers journal |