The Mountain Sat Upon The Plain


The Mountain sat upon the Plain
In his tremendous Chair—
His observation omnifold,
His inquest, everywhere—

The Seasons played around his knees
Like Children round a sire—
Grandfather of the Days is He
Of Dawn, the Ancestor—

by Emily Dickinson

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Oh Emily, you made me smile and then laugh because you made the mountain sat upon the plain in his tremendous chair....lovely poem