@3Her gaunt sierras edged with fire or snow, Cutting the burnished sky, her steep on steep Of tawny-breasted hills, her golden fields, I might not hope to keep. And I may never go again to find The topaz glory of her mellow days, The blessed fragrance of her sapphire nights, And softly sing their praise. But I shall keep her beauty to the end, For beauty changes those who love it most, And through my heart the echoing rhythms beat Of waves upon her coast.@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SMALLISH SON by HAYDEN CARRUTH MOTHERHOOD by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SMOTHERED FIRES by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON RECESSIONAL by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE RUSSIAN ARMY GOES INTO BAKU by ALICIA SUSKIN OSTRIKER |