Treasure Island

Harriet Monroe

(23 December 1860 – 26 September 1936 / Chicago, Illinois)

At The Grand Cañon


Wind of the desert, softly blow
Across the cañon shining wide.
Lightly among the temples go
That rise in towers of pride.
Soft, lest they float away
Out in the azure day!

Submitted: Friday, April 16, 2010

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