This reminds me a lot of a poem we studied in high school. I think it was by Wordsworth, but I don't remember the title. It used a similar image of a mountain that features prominently, as an obstacle that the narrator fails to overcome, and it redefines all his past, more minor successes as unsatisfactory to him. Maybe I'm reading more into this than was intended, but I think it's pretty effective.

At length, I climbed,
No end in mind,
And now I'm over,
And all is in clover.

>>Pascoite

I'm Stunned to See

This one was sort of a mini-Feghoot; the inspiration was the double meaning of the final line. The speaker can't get over [being in awe of] the mountain. Nothing deeper was consciously intended.