757 <br /> <br />The Mountains—grow unnoticed— <br />Their Purple figures rise <br />Without attempt—Exhaustion— <br />Assistance—or Applause— <br /> <br />In Their Eternal Faces <br />The Sun—with just delight <br />Looks long—and last—and golden— <br />For fellowship—at night—<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-mountains-grow-unnoticed/
