Poems (Jackson)/Cheyenne Mountain
Y easy slope to west as if it hadNo thought, when first its soaring was begun,Except to look devoutly to the sun,It rises and has risen, until glad,With light as with a garment, it is clad,Each dawn, before the tardy plains have wonOne ray; and after day has long been doneFor us, the light doth cling reluctant, sad to leave its brow.Beloved mountain, IThy worshipper as thou the sun's, each mornMy dawn, before the dawn, receive from thee;And think, as thy rose-tinted peaks I seeThat thou wert great when Homer was not born.And ere thou change all human song shall die!
CHEYENNE MOUNTAIN.
Y easy slope to west as if it hadNo thought, when first its soaring was begun,Except to look devoutly to the sun,It rises and has risen, until glad,With light as with a garment, it is clad,Each dawn, before the tardy plains have wonOne ray; and after day has long been doneFor us, the light doth cling reluctant, sad to leave its brow.Beloved mountain, IThy worshipper as thou the sun's, each mornMy dawn, before the dawn, receive from thee;And think, as thy rose-tinted peaks I seeThat thou wert great when Homer was not born.And ere thou change all human song shall die!