. The mountains about Williamstown . ll within my consciousness can last—A night—and not the sole one—when, as ifMy trembling human body were possessed 68 The Mountains About Williamsto-wn As by a demon of insane desire To make its loneliness a fitting frame For the deep loneliness of moods within, I strolled, at midnight, through the shade-veiled elms, Across the western rise, and down the hill. What mattered how complained the creaking bridge, Or bustling brook, disturbed by moon and me; How marshalled into rows the ghost-like forms, White-mantled in the hill-side cemetery?— On, on, I presse
. The mountains about Williamstown . ll within my consciousness can last—A night—and not the sole one—when, as ifMy trembling human body were possessed 68 The Mountains About Williamsto-wn As by a demon of insane desire To make its loneliness a fitting frame For the deep loneliness of moods within, I strolled, at midnight, through the shade-veiled elms, Across the western rise, and down the hill. What mattered how complained the creaking bridge, Or bustling brook, disturbed by moon and me; How marshalled into rows the ghost-like forms, White-mantled in the hill-side cemetery?— On, on, I pressed until, through haunted aisles Of phantom-fashioned trees and looming mounds That rose like mighty tombs of giants dead Whose spirits yet seemed round me,—on I pressed Until I reached that great right angle where All farms and all things fertile lie below, And only barren slopes of sterile rock And trees that natiu-e struggles to disown Await the climber who would still move on. And then I paused, and then I looked MAIN STREET, WILLIAMSTOWN, LOOKING WEST Through the jhade-veiled the western rise.—Page 68 69 70 THe Mountains Abo\it Williamstown And asked what could be there for me, and then I looked above and asked what could be there. Mistakes of others and my own, as well. The lands financial stress, and that strange stress Of human fellowship which sometimes makes A fellow-worker, from his very zeal To help another, elbow him aside, Had seemed to force me to a precipice As real as any that my feet could find; And I must fight, or fall; and if I fought Must fight myself and fight my every friend. Oh, do not think that heaven moves all alike! Some minds are sighted for a single aim. And right for others may be wrong for them: Oh, do not think the tempter, when he comes, ^ Proclaims his presence through acknowledged ill! His most seducing tones may leave the lips Of friends, or those who best may pose as friends; His direst pitfall-paths mount up
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