How far the mountains stand, Kissed by the morning light, Their peaks a crown of snow, Majesty in sight.
With whispers in the breeze, They guard the valley’s sleep, Their shadows fall like dreams, In silence, deep.
- William Ernest Henley
How far the mountains stand, Kissed by the morning light, Their peaks a crown of snow, Majesty in sight.
With whispers in the breeze, They guard the valley’s sleep, Their shadows fall like dreams, In silence, deep.