The Mountain Peak

A mountain peak, that scrapes the sky,
A silent sentinel, so grand,
Where eagles soar and winds do cry,
Above this vast and rugged land.
Its summit kissed by clouds so white,
It stands in majesty alone,
A beacon in the fading light,
A rugged, ancient, stony throne.

About Sara Teasdale

American lyric poet, known for her poems on love, nature, and the feminine experience. Her work often displays a delicate and musical quality.

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