Classic Poem

I lived in a hut on a mountain high,
On its bowldered summit curled;
A snow-storm fell on the mount, and I
Was the only man in the world.

The snow and the sky and the stars in their course
Were all that I could see;
And I was alone with the Universe,
And the Universe with me.

Around my hut the winds were whirled,
And the stars looked down to see;
As I was the only man in the world,
They told their tales to me.

The heart of the world to the heart of a man,
When the world and the man are alone,
Tells tales that few since the world began
Have ever heard or known.

And often I sigh, where the crowds sweep by
And the human tides are whirled,
For the hut on the pathless mount where I
Was the only man in the world.