To yonder mountain—
snowbound and frozen stiff,
I turned a longing eye,
yearning to be where it seemed I might not go.
No joy, no thrill, no peace—
but, alas, on the rugged lonesome peak
there would be all three and more;
my life would there mold a resounding whole.
No regard had I for my current estate—
no love for the daily affairs at hand.
Only an ache for what was not mine,
for things I could not touch or hold.
Then the mountain turned dark and dim—
All light forever vanished from sight.
Fearfully, around and about and above I glared,
And calmly discovered all I might need or want.
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