Between the mountains and the plain <br />We leaned upon a rampart old; <br />Beneath, branch--blossoms trembled white; <br />Far--off a dusky fringe of rain <br />Brushed low along a sky of gold, <br />Where earth spread lost in endless light. <br /> <br />The mountains in their glory rose, <br />Peak thronging peak; cloud--shadows mapped <br />The purpling brown with milky blue; <br />Removed, austere, shone rarer snows <br />Above dark ridges vapour--wrapped-- <br />Afar shone, Love, for me and you. <br /> <br />Sky--seeking mountains, boundless plain! <br />Old walls, and April--blossomed trees! <br />Of ever--young, world--ancient power, <br />The height, the space, was your refrain. <br />In us, us too, eternities <br />Made of that moment a white flower.<br /><br />Robert Laurence Binyon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/between-the-mountains-and-the-plain/
