@3Ma-hican-ittuck! River of the Mountains, Poured to the sea From Adirondack crags, Buoying the leafy Tribute of your fountains, Rocking the navies Of a hundred flags! Forests are yours, And fair embowered islands; Cities are yours Whose towers touch the skies. Curve grandly down Your goblin-haunted Highlands; Lave, golden-waved, The vale where Irving lies. Deep-breasted stream, What tales your hills have told me! Playmate and friend In days of youthful glow, Now, as of old, In crystal arms enfold me; Take me again Within your cooling flow! Plunging, I watch Your deeper waters changing Gold-lighted green To amethystine shade; Strong-armed and free, Your boundless bosom ranging, My heart in yours Beats warm and unafraid.@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ARABIAN SHAWL by KATHERINE MANSFIELD SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: JOHN WASSON by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: MRS. CHARLES BLISS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS ADVICE TO A RAVEN IN RUSSIA by JOEL BARLOW SONG by DAVID HARTLEY COLERIDGE ULYSSES AND THE SIREN by SAMUEL DANIEL A SMILE AS SMALL AS MINE by EMILY DICKINSON BOSTON HYMN; READ IN MUSIC HALL, JANUARY 1, 1863 by RALPH WALDO EMERSON |