Classic and Contemporary Poetry
HEMLOCK MOUNTAIN, by DOROTHEA FRANCES (CANFIELD) FISHER First Line: By orange grove and palm-tree, we walked the southern shore Last Line: For all the summer islands where the gulf tides flow. Alternate Author Name(s): Canfield, Dorothy Subject(s): Mountains; Hills; Downs (great Britain) | ||||||||
By orange grove and palm-tree, we walked the southern shore, Each day more still and golden than was the day before. That calm and languid sunshine! How faint it made us grow To look on Hemlock Mountain when the storm hangs low! To see its rocky pastures, its sparse but hardy corn, The mist roll off its forehead before a harvest morn; To hear the pine-trees crashing across its gulfs of snow Upon a roaring midnight when the whirlwinds blow. Tell not of lost Atlantis, or fabled Avalon; The olive, or the vineyard, no winter breathes upon; Away from Hemlock Mountain we could not well forego, For all the summer islands where the gulf tides flow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CALIFORNIA SORROW: MOUNTAIN VIEW by MARY KINZIE CONTRA MORTEM: THE MOUNTAIN FASTNESS by HAYDEN CARRUTH GREEN MOUNTAIN IDYL by HAYDEN CARRUTH IF IT WERE NOT FOR YOU by HAYDEN CARRUTH A SAINT'S HOURS by DOROTHEA FRANCES (CANFIELD) FISHER |
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