|
|
A Hidden MountainIf the mountain can be hidden by lofty peaks; And the peaks, shrouded by a ring of hills. If the hills can be hidden by a forest of trees; And the trees, concealed by a rising crest. If the crest can be hidden by a tuft of tall grass; And the grass, buried in the shadow of a dune. If the dune can be hidden by a tangle of weeds; And the weeds, covered by the sweeping sands. If the sands can be lost in anonymity, Then a single grain can hide a mountain. And if the greatness of a mountain Can so easily be obscured by a thing so small, Then how can we be surprised, When a single unquestioned thought eclipses The dazzling scale of our own inner heights?
Return to Poetry Index |