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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE GRAND RONDE VALLEY, by ELLA (RHOADS) HIGGINSON Poet's Biography
First Line: Ah, me! I know how like a golden flower
Last Line: O hear! -- the lullabies that low winds croon.
Subject(s): Oregon
First Line: Ah, me! I know how like a golden flower
Last Line: O hear! -- the lullabies that low winds croon.
Subject(s): Oregon
AH, me! I know how like a golden flower
The Grand Ronde valley lies this August night,
Locked in by dimpled hills where purple light
Lies wavering. There at the sunset hour
Sink downward, like a rainbow-tinted shower,
A thousand colored rays, soft, changeful, bright.
Later the large moon rises, round and white,
And three Blue Mountain pines against it tower,
Lonely and dark. A coyote's mournful cry
Sinks from the canon, -- whence the river leaps
A blade of silver underneath the moon.
Like restful seas the yellow wheat-fields lie,
Dreamless and still. And while the valley sleeps,
O hear! -- the lullabies that low winds croon.
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