. At early candle light and other poems. ^ THE RIVEP OF LOST SOULS CANON of Las Animas! Within thy porphyry portals dim,I tread thy gloomy gorge; I passWhere writhen waters roaring swim,Foam-shredded, down the dark abyss,To gnaw thy gnarly granite roots,And, round thy boulders curling, kiss The sandals of the lordly buttesThat gaze upon thee, with the glowOf sunset on their scalps of snow, Grim warders of thy grand crevasse,O Rio de las Perdidas!Wild Canon of Las Animas! O Canon of Las Animas! Cut saber-wise clean to the core,Sword-keen thy skyey cataract has Cleft all thy cloudy ledges hoar,I
. At early candle light and other poems. ^ THE RIVEP OF LOST SOULS CANON of Las Animas! Within thy porphyry portals dim,I tread thy gloomy gorge; I passWhere writhen waters roaring swim,Foam-shredded, down the dark abyss,To gnaw thy gnarly granite roots,And, round thy boulders curling, kiss The sandals of the lordly buttesThat gaze upon thee, with the glowOf sunset on their scalps of snow, Grim warders of thy grand crevasse,O Rio de las Perdidas!Wild Canon of Las Animas! O Canon of Las Animas! Cut saber-wise clean to the core,Sword-keen thy skyey cataract has Cleft all thy cloudy ledges hoar,In one fell sweep, from frost to flower. Aloft, old Winter surpliced sits;Alow, the wolf-cubs crouch and cower When thro the reek the raven flits; 68 THE RIVER or LOST SOUL5 69 From where, on thy sheer parapet,The white stars nightly walk vidette To the green pools wherein they glass Their glory in I^as Perdidas— Wild Canon of I^as Animas! O Canon of Las Animas! Thro shambles of the slaughtered soulsThy river of the lost, alas! Scuds s
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