<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=506718" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Hill.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The holy lamps of Evening shine<br>Sheer in the West — the air is still —<br>As I sit with this heart of mine<br>At the foot of Parnassus' hill.<br>Through my life's day I've reached to this —<br>To see where the immortals trod,<br>Winding up the dark height, I wis,<br>Till they came on the light of God.<br>Ah! I, a pilgrim with tired feet,<br>Have touched the verge of their renown,<br>As I look up on Homer's seat<br>And know the bards may not come down.<br>Still on those peaks, as powers apart,<br>They breathe the air now breathed by me,<br>For each has climbed the human heart —<br>The deathless hill of Poesy!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Crawford">Robert Crawford</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=506718" data-title="The Hill. de Robert Crawford" data-description="The holy lamps of Evening shine Sheer in the West — the air is still — As I sit with this heart of mine At the foot of Parnassus' hill. Through my life's day I've reached to this — To see where the immortals trod, Winding up the dark height,..."></div> </div> </div>

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