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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE RIMROCK, by ETHEL M. BOLT First Line: Standing in close formation Last Line: Are vanishing far in the distance. | |||
Standing in close formation as they have stood for centuries, Each separate rock in its setting like stones in a colorful necklace, Yet merging into the solid wall as done by the Master Builder, Invincible, grim, unscalable, a sentinel guarding the canyon; Towering over the chasm below, omnipotent in the silence Broken only by voices of birds and the murmuring sound of the streamlet. Fed by a tiny spring far up near the head of the canyon, Under the dark-fringed rim, the brook has the source of its being; Swelled to a roar is its song, when the clouds, black-browed and impatient, Gather their forces above, with muttering thunder and lightning, Blotting the sunshine out; and then o'er the darkening landscape Open their fountain heads, and hurl down their torrents of water. Now is the tempest over; and on the wet face of the rimrock, Standing in beauty renewed, and refreshed by the sluice of the downpour, Fall with revealing splendor the rays of returning sunshine. Twitters of birds are heard, reappearing from out their hiding, While on the air is spreading the fragrance of rain-wet pine trees, And the retreating storm-clouds are vanishing far in the distance. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AFTER DEATH by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI EXTEMPORE EFFUSION UPON THE DEATH OF JAMES HOGG by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH TO THE DAISY (1) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH JUST A-RIDIN'! by ELWOOD ADAMS JAPANESE MAPLES by JENNIE SCOTT ARNOLD POLYHYMNIA: SONNET TO LADY FALKLAND UPON HER GOING TO INTO IRELAND by WILLIAM BASSE TWO MOTHERS by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |
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