The Mount

By Léonie Adams 1899–1988 Leonie Adams
Now I have tempered haste,   
The joyous traveller said,   
The steed has passed me now   
Whose hurrying hooves I fled.   
My spectre rides thereon,   
I learned what mount he has,   
Upon what summers fed;   
And wept to know again,   
Beneath the saddle swung,   
Treasure for whose great theft   
This breast was wrung.   
His bridle bells sang out,   
I could not tell their chime,   
So brilliantly he rings,   
But called his name as Time.   
His bin was morning light,   
Those straws which gild his bed   
Are of the fallen West.   
Although green lands consume   
Beneath their burning tread,   
In everlasting bright   
His hooves have rest.

Léonie Adams, “The Mount” from Poems: A Selection (New York: The Noonday Press, 1959). Used by permission of Judith Farr, Literary Executrix of the Estate of Léonie Adams.

Source: Poems: A Selection (1959)

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Poet Léonie Adams 1899–1988

Subjects Time & Brevity, Living, Activities, Travels & Journeys


An educator, consultant, editor, and poet, Leonie Adams was best known for her lyric poetry reminiscent of both the Romantic and Metaphysical periods. Her poetry won her several awards, including the Harriet Monroe Poetry Award, the Shelley Memorial Award, and the Bollingen Prize. She served in editorial capacities for both Wilson Publishing and the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York City during the 1920s and later taught . . .

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