Where are those dazzling hills touched by the sun, <br />Those crags in childhood that I used to climb? <br />Hidden, hidden under mist is yonder mountain, <br />Hidden is the heart. <br /> <br />A day of cloud, a lifetime falls between, <br />Gone are the heather moors and the pure stream, <br />Gone are the rocky places and the green, <br />Hidden, hidden under sorrow is yonder mountain, <br />Hidden, hidden. <br /> <br />O storm and gale of tears, whose blinding screen <br />Makes weather of grief, snow's drifting curtain <br />Palls th'immortal heights once seen. <br />Hidden, hidden is the heart, <br />Hidden, hidden is the heart.<br /><br />Kathleen Jessie Raine<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lament-2/
