| Poems by Women |
HEMLOCK MOUNTAIN
By orange grove and palm-tree, we walked the southern
shore,
Each day more still and golden than was the day before.
That calm
and languid sunshine! How faint it made us grow
To look on Hemlock
Mountain when the storm hangs low!
To see its rocky pastures, its sparse but hardy corn,
The mist roll off
its forehead before a harvest morn;
To hear the pine-trees crashing across
its gulfs of snow
Upon a roaring midnight when the whirlwinds blow.
Tell not of lost Atlantis, or fabled Avalon;
The olive, or the vineyard,
no winter breathes upon;
Away from Hemlock Mountain we could not well
forego,
For all the summer islands where the gulf tides flow.
From: Stevenson, Burton Egbert.
The Home Book of Verse.
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This collection assembled by Jone Johnson Lewis.
Collection © 1999-2002 Jone Johnson Lewis.
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