Here you will find the Poem The Blind Summit of poet William Watson
[A Viennese gentleman, who had climbed the Hoch-König without a guide, was found dead, in a sitting posture, near the summit, upon which he had written, 'It is cold, and clouds shut out the view.'- Vide the Daily News of September 10, 1891.] So mounts the child of ages of desire, Man, up the steeps of Thought; and would behold Yet purer peaks, touched with unearthlier fire, In sudden prospect virginally new; But on the lone last height he sighs: ''Tis cold, And clouds shut out the view.' Ah, doom of mortals! Vexed with phantoms old, Old phantoms that waylay us and pursue,- Weary of dreams,-we think to see unfold The eternal landscape of the Real and True; And on our Pisgah can but write: ''Tis cold, And clouds shut out the view.'