Hartley Burr Alexander Poems

Upon the blue mountain I stood,
Upon the mountain as he sank into the Rivers of Night:
The camps of the clouds in the heavens were shining with
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Those men build many houses:
They dig the earth, and they build;
They cut down the trees, and they build;
They work always - building.
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The circle of the Earth is the head of a great drum;
With the day, it moves upward - booming;
With the night, it moves downward - booming;
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In the spring when I bathe my feet in the wet grass of morning,
I see many smiles upon the meadows. . . .
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Whipped onwards by the North Wind
The air is filled with the dust of driven snow:
The earth is hidden,
The sky is hidden,
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The footfalls of many feet are on the prairies,
Treading softly, like the rustling of shaken grasses;
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