The Blue Ridge Poem by Harriet Monroe
The Blue Ridge
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STILL and calm,
In purple robes of kings,
The low-lying mountains sleep at the edge of the world.
The forests cover them like mantles;
Day and night
Rise and fall over them like the wash of waves.
Asleep, they reign.
Silent, they say all.
Hush me, O slumbering mountains -
Send me dreams.
Friday, April 16, 2010
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4/26/2024 5:18:59 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Asleep, they reign. Silent, they say all. Hush me, O slumbering mountains - Send me dreams. - - ITALIAN TRANSLATION: Addormentate, esse regnano. Silenti, dicono ogni cosa. Zittitemi, montagne addormentate - Regalatemi sogni.