The Hill-Top a poem by Clark Ashton Smith, read by Mr Jim Moon. First published in Selected Poems (1971).
The Hill-Top
by Clark Ashton Smith
Alone upon my hill-top,
After the ravelled rains,
I see the cloudy mountains,
I see the misty plains.
Fair is my hill, and rugged,
Where silken grasses grow,
And the drifted clouds go by me
More soft than woven snow.
The pale fantastic lichens
Make patterns on the stone,
And the oaks are old and dwarfèd
With golden mosses grown.
Beneath the ancient boulders
There dwells the shadowy fern;
And here the twisted pine-trees
To shapes of beauty turn.
I wander through the seasons
With thoughts of love and grief
That fall with the flowers of springtime
Or blow with the autumn leaf.
Between the plains and mountains,
Between the clouds and grass,
I find the dreams that linger,
And the fairer dreams that pass.
Cover art Moonlight Over Boulder Ridge by Clark Ashton Smith
Music 'Hypnogoria in F' by Mr Simon Rothwell
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