That hilltop spoiled me for a smaller view.
I measure with uncompromising eye
All later landscapes by the one I knew
Before I knew that landscapes could deny
The ampleness of meadowland and wood
Sweeping to distant mountains with rhythmic grace
So that within a single glance I could
Encompass all varieties of space.
Oh, I was greatly fortunate in living
There halfway up the sky, with large extent
Of mountain heights and valleys always giving
Enrichment to my eyes; but young days spent
Immediate neighbor of immensity
Make any other view look small to me.
-title poem from Halfway Up the Sky