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To My Mountain

Since I must love your north
of darkness, cold, and pain,

the snow, the lovely glen,
let me love true worth,


the strength of the hard rock,
the deafening stream of wind
that carries sense away
swifter than flowing blood.

Heather is harsh to tears
and the rough moors
give the buried face no peace
but make me rise,

and oh, the sweet scent, and purple skies!

Kathleen Raine

2 comments:

donnie said...

:))) glorious

Julie@beingRUBY said...

so so wonderful Lizzie!!!