Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
The Blue RidgeHarriet Monroe
From “Carolina Wood-cuts”
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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.
Silent they say all.
Hush me, O slumbering mountains—
Send me dreams.