Eagle Lake Viewed From Cadillac Mountain, Mount Desert Island This oil and paperboard by Frederick Church Is like a window facing toward the west. The Cross of Light descends toward the crest Of tiny Mount Katadhin, out of reach Of cult and dogma. On this canvas etched Lies Nature, time and space and intellect: All things, composed aesthetically, here set In order, as the German sages teach. This evening, through this window, Eagle Lake Spreads deep and clear, quiescent and yet wild. Before us comes a mother whose boy child Descends the ruddy rocks and spiny brake, While she alone sits gazing down below At worlds of airy bubbles that she blows. Lee Evans This poem was first published in Romantics Quarterly. Lee Evans is a poet living in Maine. His poems have appeared in publications like Mused, The Christendom Review, The Metric and Decanto.
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