Songs of the Rockies . —of this Mothering breast, whichBears and feeds the Mighty Colorado River,Rushing seaward thru the Arizona land, its water. Grauid Lake! Beauteous Mother of the RiverThat in California landPours its flood of crystal waterFrom the Valley of the Grand. Rio Colorado— Born of Rocky Mountain snows. Rio Colorado— To the far Pacific flows. 10 DEED, IT SEEMED NICE TO HAVE THECABIN CHUCK FULL OF TOBAC-CO SMOKE AGAIN THE four came, to my hermitage of the deep snows and the bleak windsbeat;Full into the glare of the big in red bronze each deep weathere
Songs of the Rockies . —of this Mothering breast, whichBears and feeds the Mighty Colorado River,Rushing seaward thru the Arizona land, its water. Grauid Lake! Beauteous Mother of the RiverThat in California landPours its flood of crystal waterFrom the Valley of the Grand. Rio Colorado— Born of Rocky Mountain snows. Rio Colorado— To the far Pacific flows. 10 DEED, IT SEEMED NICE TO HAVE THECABIN CHUCK FULL OF TOBAC-CO SMOKE AGAIN THE four came, to my hermitage of the deep snows and the bleak windsbeat;Full into the glare of the big in red bronze each deep weathered of the howling wilderness were the Nations wide forests holding rangers, tho filled with Natures keen to enjoy the good cheer of the supper I called them. They fell zest that only wolves and woodsmen thru, with story and joke, and puff and pull. Their four pipes went at it , it seemed nice to have the cabin chuck full Of tobacco smoke 11 Isabella L. Bird-Bishop, the celebrated Englishtraveler, who visited Estes Park JTom September toDecember in 1873; and who so graphically de-scribes her experiences there, in her book, A Lady*sLife in the Rocky Mountains, refers to Estes Parkas that solitary blue hollow.* 12 YON SOLITARY BLUE HOLLOW FROM yon solitary blue by ice-breathed, snow-beaked bergsAnd misty—douched with shining —nude, dripping, exultant And gold-tressed—diaphanous Summer. In yon solitary blue hollow. Rumbling in deep sky-ward wall to wall—and then far—loud, crashing, hail-glinting And cloud-massed—hoarse muttring Thunder. On yon solitary blue hollow, Slashed in cloistered aisles by vale and nessed with mist wet cliffs,Glittering—bursts, flaming, gold-limbed Sun; And Rainbow, its guled arch uplifts. From yon solitary blue hollow. Sunk in the cooled, dew-laved lap of Night,And songed with soughing ful
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