The hills I have never reached
Lie ever before my eyes.
Wherever I am, wherever I go,
They rest on the rim of the skies.
And they lead my longing forth,
The unutterable in me,
To seek for all I have ever dreamed
Beauty or joy could be.

The hills I have never reached
Lie always in my sight,
Swathed in the tender mystery
Of unattainable light.
And the hue of them is hope,
The shape of them, despair;
Their distance ever unwaning—for
Heart never reaches there.