Across the bay I see the Langdale Pikes
Their shapes like faces staring out our grief
With savage slopes, sheer cliffs, inhuman sights
When we climbed, the shadows caused me fright
As if a godlike painter filled his brief
Across the bay I see the Langdale Pikes
The sun was hot and gave us help and light
The hills were bare there was no falling leaf
From savage slopes, sheer cliffs, inhuman sights
From these slopes there is no fight or flight
We may fall down, the terror now released
Across the bay I see the Langdale Pikes
We gain a small idea of God’s true might
Climbing high and higher brings relief
From savage slopes, sheer cliffs, inhuman sights
At the top we feel a moment’s peace
No longer on the scree with tense gripped teeth
Across the bay I see the Langdale Pikes
With savage slopes and hollows , our bombsights
