Only glimpses  we never see the whole mountain.  we see it veiled or fragmented, like this web site.

(from III)    section III is divided into two parts: human vision & the unintelligble mountain
For the very spirit fails,    the mind cannot fathom the vastness of the mountain and all it symbolizes.
Driven like a homeless cloud from steep to steep
That vanishes among the viewless gales!
60  Far, far above, piercing the infinite sky,
Mont Blanc appears--still, snowy, and serene;
Its subject mountains their unearthly forms   Not of this, our world
Pile around it, ice and rock; broad vales between
Of frozen floods, unfathomable deeps,
65  Blue as the overhanging heaven, that spread
And wind among the accumulated steeps;
A desert peopled by the storms alone,
Save when the eagle brings some hunter's bone,
And the wolf tracks her there--how hideously
70  Its shapes are heap'd around! rude, bare, and high,   Nature's forms are difficult for the human mind to decipher
Ghastly, and scarr'd, and riven.
 

Power  The mountain juts up between heaven and earth.  It is the meeting place of two worlds.

V   The final section gives the reader the clearest glimpse of the mountain & the meanings it holds
Mont Blanc yet gleams on high:--the power is there,
The still and solemn power of many sights,
And many sounds, and much of life and death.
130  In the calm darkness of the moonless nights,
In the lone glare of day, the snows descend
Upon that Mountain; none beholds them there,
Nor when the flakes burn in the sinking sun,
Or the star-beams dart through them. Winds contend
135  Silently there, and heap the snow with breath
Rapid and strong, but silently! Its home
The voiceless lightning in these solitudes
Keeps innocently, and like vapour broods
Over the snow. The secret Strength of things
140  Which governs thought, and to the infinite dome
Of Heaven is as a law, inhabits thee!
And what were thou, and earth, and stars, and sea,
If to the human mind's imaginings
Silence and solitude were vacancy?   We must with our imagination read into the silence and solitude.
                                                             Like Meinong, we must see through the real to the possible, the subsistent.
                                                             In a wonderful spatial metaphor, we must look "behind" the veil of mystery,
                                                             behind the layers of meaning to discover yet more and different layers.

                                                             there is no final truth behind the layers, only more folds.