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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.

The Waterfall

Ellwood Colahan

O LITTLE misty waterfall,

Down from the sky-land blown,

Why do the mountains loom so tall

And why do the fir-trees moan?

O little wistful waterfall

How still is the evening grown!

Thine eyes are dim, little waterfall,

Thy voice is a faint, faint sigh.

Ah, must I follow thee, after all,

Away from the Land of the Sky?