Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, FIRE FALL IN THE YOSEMITE, by ELEANOR VOSWINKEL



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FIRE FALL IN THE YOSEMITE, by            
First Line: The rocky battlements and turrets rise
Last Line: That touch is not a compensating bliss?
Subject(s): Yosemite Valley And National Park


The rocky battlements and turrets rise
Among the clouds. The cedars, straight and tall
March silently across the golden ball
That hangs suspended in the lucid sky's
Blue dome. No sound is heard, hushed stillness lies
About us now, awaiting that first call
That rings and echoes, piercing the dark pall,
And holds us gripped in breathless, awed surprise.
A sudden gleam, a rushing, golden spray:
A fall of fire that leaps the great abyss,
Effulgent, free, no barriers halt its way;
Descending all aglow, with beauty's kiss
It meets the earth and mingles. Who shall say
That touch is not a compensating bliss?





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