@3"Far up among the mountains, Where rivers leave their fountains, And happy birds send forth their merry thrills; There dwells a little poet, Though few there be who know it, Whose voice is an echo from the hills.@1 @3"You may not like her station, For she is not Caucasian, Yet God with music touched the singer's heart; And thoughts in liquid measure Doth flow out like a treasure, To charm us with the poet's mystic art."@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPISTLE IN FORM OF A BALLAD TO HIS FRIENDS by FRANCOIS VILLON SECRECY PROTESTED by THOMAS CAREW VALENTINES TO MY MOTHER: 1876 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI AGAMEMNON: THE BEACONS by AESCHYLUS TO TWO BEREAVED by THOMAS ASHE A SPRING CAROL by ADRA CAROLINE BATCHELDER |