Sunrise on the hills is a poem written by Famous American poet and translator, H.W Longfellow. The poem was originally published in 1839 in poet’s famous collection, Voices of the Night. The poem explores the theme of nature and its natural beauty.
Sunrise on the Hills Poem Appreciation By H.W Longfellow
Summary of Sunrise On the Hills By H.W Longfellow
The poem explore the natural beauty of nature. The poet believes the best thing about nature is that it relieve us from our suffering and work stress. The nature is cure to our stress, anxiety and depression. Therefore, he wants reader to spend time in nature to enjoy the beauty of it and to relieve from stress.
The story of poem begins poet who is standing on hills between sky which makes him feel like he is in heaven. The sky looks amazing with early morning sunlight. The trees of forest are shining with the sun’s light return, the soft breezes are moving forward to kiss valley covered with sunlight.
The clouds are beneath me but far away from me, by bathing in light they gathered at a height of forest trees and their fading glory is shining like defeated soldiers in battle.
As many a peak, with changing glimpse, push forward its shattered lance through the Grey drizzle, and left trembling on the rock, the dark fir-trees rip up , bare and torn.
The shroud of clouds elevated, and the rich valley below gleamed, and the river flowed dark with the shadows of the woods, or glowed in white waterfall; where greatly above, in the gentle redness of day, the booming savagely made its spiral way
The poet have heard the sound of distant water colliding, I have saw the canal spiraling and shining. And richly, on the gray lake shore of the blue pond. The timber were twisting across a quiet reach.
Then up the canyon, along the soft waves, came the music of the village bell pleasantly to the resonating mountain; And the wild horn, whose voice filled the woods, Echoing with optimistic yells, Erupted from the dim and faraway valley, Where, at a unexpected shot, thin smoke, impoverished down the thick-leafed branches, from the bracken.
If you are exhausted and sturdy by sorrows which you want to forget, if you want to learn a lesson which will keep your heart from collapsing and your soul from slumbering, go to the jungle and mountains! No tears can fade the sweet sight of nature.
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