1 min read
Слушать(AI)Lake Louise
Bluer than Helen's eyes she lies Under the blue cloud-drifting skies;
A daughter fair of light and air Dropped among warrior mountains there.
White glaciers kiss her feet so fleet— Oh fugitive, too rare and sweet!
Will she not fling them off that cling,
And rise, a bluebird on the wing?
Will she not rise and stray away,
A blue gleam on the brow of day?
Look—still she stays, and bright, snow-white,
The glaciers guard her day and night!
Harriet Monroe
Harriet Monroe (December 23, 1860 – September 26, 1936) was an American editor, scholar, literary critic, poet, and patron of the arts. She was
Comments
You need to be signed in to write comments
Other author posts
The Night-Blooming Cereus
ER of the moon Still white is her brow whom we worshiped on earth long ago; Yea, purer than pearls in deep seas, and more virgin than snow The dull years veil their eyes from her shining, and vanish afraid,
The Inner Silence
Noises that strive to Earth's mantle soft of air And break upon the stillness where it dwells: The noise of battle and the noise of prayer, The cooing noise of love that softly tells Joy's brevity, the brazen noise of laughter— All ...
The Message Of The Wind
The wind comes riding down from heaven Ho wind of heaven, what do you bring Cool for the dawn, dew for the even,
Washington
Oh, hero of our younger race Great builder of a temple new Ruler, who sought no lordly place Warrior who sheathed the sword he drew