Dim hills! (I cried.) <br />Mountains of azure delicate and far, <br />Home of the setting star, <br />What mystery and loveliness you hide! <br /> <br />A nameless light <br />Falls, wildly, on these woods and fields and streams, <br />A land of dusk and dreams <br />And happiness delaying in its flight. <br /> <br />There marbles shine, <br />Broken or not, and whiter by the tree <br />The dryad waits for me- <br />Wreathing her forehead with a scarlet vine. <br /> <br />Oh! swiftly I <br />Shall hasten from these narrow, dusty ways <br />To where enchanted days <br />Lift, fearlessly, their music to the sky . . . . <br /> <br />I reached at last <br />Those hills of dream, to find them lone and bleak, <br />Snows on the noblest peak, <br />And graves that told but of the beauty passed. <br /> <br />I turned my glance <br />To that far plain so grey to me before: <br />O land of Nevermore , <br />Now purple with the twilight of romance!<br /><br />George Sterling<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blue-ranges/
