Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE LAKE OF THE FALLEN MOON, by FRANK ERNEST HILL


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First Line: All day the thundering of water fills
Last Line: Driving beneath the peaks from grass to grass.
Subject(s): Lakes; Moon; Waterfalls; Pools; Ponds


All day the thundering of water fills
That throat of rock beneath the peaks. All day
The pines hear, and the trail that wears a way
From snow to snow in lonely granite hills.

Rarely, in gold of dying afternoons,
Bronzed riders driving mules from grass to grass
Peer up the booming canyon as they pass
And see a glitter like a fallen moon's

Far off, between the dark of woven trees.
Some say that there white chains of water fall
Down a sheer thousand feet of mountain wall,
Smiting a lake of black-brimmed mysteries

To restless light. And men might track the gleam
From ledge to ledge, and reach the canyon floor,
And sprawl in misted ferns beneath the roar
And monstrous magic foaming of the stream . . .

All day thundering water shakes the pines,
Tossing in foam against the granite wall;
Rare passing riders linger at its call
And search the woven branches where it shines;

Always they gaze and wonder, always pass,
Driving beneath the peaks from grass to grass.





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