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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE SEVEN SISTERS, by NELLIE FORBES GABLE
First Line: Demurely sit you there a-row
Last Line: The cloud-loved summits of the hills.
Subject(s): Beauty; Praise
First Line: Demurely sit you there a-row
Last Line: The cloud-loved summits of the hills.
Subject(s): Beauty; Praise
Demurely sit you there a-row
Where nature chose a fitting place,
Encompassed oft by misty clouds
In tender, lover-like embrace.
No wondrous beauty yours to boast,
But worth-while comeliness you don,
Enhanced by verdure, green and cool
And veils of sheer, blue-black chiffon.
You temper with your constancy,
The ever-changing city near
And win the praise of passing hosts—
"Magnificent," "august" "sincere."
While at your feet, o'er pebbles bright,
A streamlet flows with purling trills,
Proclaiming you, in rhythmic tones
The cloud-loved summits of the Hills.
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