Classic and Contemporary Poetry
FIRE FALL IN THE YOSEMITE, by ELEANOR VOSWINKEL 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? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...YOSEMITE by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER THE WATER OUZEL by HARRIET MONROE MIGHTY YOSEMITE by YONE NOGUCHI YOSEMITE by MABEL KINGSLEY RICHARDSON BEAUTIFUL YOSEMITE by VIVA I. STARK YOSEMITE STROPHES by CHARLES WHARTON STORK YOSEMITE: PHOTO VS MEMORY by KATIE DONOVAN HALF DOME, YOSEMITE NATIONAL PARK by SARAH GORHAM NOSTALGIA by ELEANOR VOSWINKEL |
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