722 <br /> <br />Sweet Mountains—Ye tell Me no lie— <br />Never deny Me—Never fly— <br />Those same unvarying Eyes <br />Turn on Me—when I fail—or feign, <br />Or take the Royal names in vain— <br />Their far—slow—Violet Gaze— <br /> <br />My Strong Madonnas—Cherish still— <br />The Wayward Nun—beneath the Hill— <br />Whose service—is to You— <br />Her latest Worship—When the Day <br />Fades from the Firmament away— <br />To lift Her Brows on You—<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sweet-mountains-ye-tell-me-no-lie/
