Sweet Mountains—ye Tell Me No Lie

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Sweet Mountains—Ye tell Me no lie—
Never deny Me—Never fly—
Those same unvarying Eyes
Turn on Me—when I fail—or feign,
Or take the Royal names in vain—
Their far—slow—Violet Gaze—

My Strong Madonnas—Cherish still—
The Wayward Nun—beneath the Hill—
Whose service—is to You—
Her latest Worship—When the Day
Fades from the Firmament away—
To lift Her Brows on You—

by Emily Dickinson

Comments (4)

Thoreau introduced me to Wordsworth [in his essay 'On the Duty of Resistance to Civil Gov't]. I strive to be this poem personified.
Go, carry to some fitter place The keenness of that practised eye, The hardness of that sallow face. Come hither in thy hour of strength; Come, weak as is a breaking wave! Here stretch thy body at full length; Or build thy house upon this grave Lovely [3
......a beautiful rhyming poem...
most of these wordsworth poems are written with the wrong wording. I am holding a wordsworth book and the poems on this site do not match what is in my book