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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO EFFIE WALLER, by PETER CLAY First Line: Far up among the mountains Last Line: "to charm us with the poet's mystic art." Subject(s): Smith, Effie Waller (1879-1960) | |||
"Far up among the mountains, Where rivers leave their fountains, And happy birds send forth their merry thrills; There dwells a little poet, Though few there be who know it, Whose voice is an echo from the hills. "You may not like her station, For she is not Caucasian, Yet God with music touched the singer's heart; And thoughts in liquid measure Doth flow out like a treasure, To charm us with the poet's mystic art." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SELF-ANALYSIS by DAVID IGNATOW SURFACES AND MASKS; 3 by CLARENCE MAJOR REINFORCEMENTS by MARIANNE MOORE CORTEGE by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE DYING DECADENT by LOUIS UNTERMEYER TETHYS' FESTIVAL: SHADOWS by SAMUEL DANIEL |
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