[A Viennese gentleman, who had climbed the Hoch-König <br />without a guide, was found dead, in a sitting posture, near the <br />summit, upon which he had written, 'It is cold, and clouds shut <br />out the view.'- <br />Vide <br />the <br />Daily News <br />of September 10, 1891.] <br /> <br />So mounts the child of ages of desire, <br />Man, up the steeps of Thought; and would behold <br />Yet purer peaks, touched with unearthlier fire, <br />In sudden prospect virginally new; <br />But on the lone last height he sighs: ''Tis cold, <br />And clouds shut out the view.' <br /> <br />Ah, doom of mortals! Vexed with phantoms old, <br />Old phantoms that waylay us and pursue,- <br />Weary of dreams,-we think to see unfold <br />The eternal landscape of the Real and True; <br />And on our Pisgah can but write: ''Tis cold, <br />And clouds shut out the view.'<br /><br />William Watson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-blind-summit/
