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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
POMPEY HEIGHTS, by ALBERT VANN FOWLER
First Line: When autumn fills the valleys
Last Line: Its icy freshets yet.
Subject(s): Nature; Rain; Seasons
First Line: When autumn fills the valleys
Last Line: Its icy freshets yet.
Subject(s): Nature; Rain; Seasons
When autumn fills the valleys
That dream of summer still,
The first thin snow of winter
Lies white on Pompey Hill.
The rain that falls on stubble
In harvest fields below
Drifts lightly down on Pompey
As feather-crystal snow.
In spring the angry torrents
Down all the gullies run
Before the Pompey snowfields
Yield to the mounting sun.
The wooded slopes in April
With trilliums are set
While Pompey Hill is swelling
Its icy freshets yet.
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