Harriet Monroe

The Blue Ridge

STILL and calm,
In purple robes of kings,
The low-lying mountains sleep at the edge of the world.
The forests cover them like mantles;
Day and night
Rise and fall over them like the wash of waves.
 
Asleep, they reign.
Silent, they say all.
Hush me, O slumbering mountains -
Send me dreams.
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