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 | The Poems of Richard Watson Gilder |  |
TWO VALLEYS
Yes, 'tis a glorious sight,
This valley, that mountain hight.
This valley, that mountain hight.
The river plunges and roars
Like the loud sea on its shores
Like the loud sea on its shores
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What time in waves enorm
Breaks the gigantic storm.
Breaks the gigantic storm.
The wooded mount doth climb
To a thought intense, sublime.
To a thought intense, sublime.
The glory of all I feel;
But my heart, my heart, will steal
But my heart, my heart, will steal
Down the journey of years,
Through the lands of laughter and tears,
Through the lands of laughter and tears,
Far back to the least of valleys
Where a slow brook curves and dallies,
Where a slow brook curves and dallies,
Where a boy, in the twilight gleam,
Walks alone with his dream.
Walks alone with his dream.
| The Poems of Richard Watson Gilder | |