@3Ma-hican-ittuck! River of the Mountains, Poured to the sea From Adirondack crags, Buoying the leafy Tribute of your fountains, Rocking the navies Of a hundred flags! Forests are yours, And fair embowered islands; Cities are yours Whose towers touch the skies. Curve grandly down Your goblin-haunted Highlands; Lave, golden-waved, The vale where Irving lies. Deep-breasted stream, What tales your hills have told me! Playmate and friend In days of youthful glow, Now, as of old, In crystal arms enfold me; Take me again Within your cooling flow! Plunging, I watch Your deeper waters changing Gold-lighted green To amethystine shade; Strong-armed and free, Your boundless bosom ranging, My heart in yours Beats warm and unafraid.@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HABIT OF PERFECTION by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS RAIN IN SUMMER by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW SHERIDAN AT CEDAR CREEK by HERMAN MELVILLE MEMORY by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS SONNET by THEODORE AGRIPPA D' AUBIGNE IN MEMORY OF DOCTOR DONNE by R. B. |