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The Blue Ridge

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The Blue Ridge

Harriet Monroe

Mar 31, 2022
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The Blue Ridge

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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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