Excerpt from The Banners of the Coast From out the secret mountain deeps my yearning soul was drawn, I flow through violet valleys, and by languorous leagues of lawn, In the beauty of the mountains in the dusk and in the dawn. There I saw the far blue mountains in the visionary west, Saw the mist upon the mountains in the opal evening west, Saw the clouds that labor for me o'er the mountains' misty crest. Then I journey through the midland where the cotton's in the boll, Where the stalwart rustling corn-ranks, like an army past control, March down upon my margin where my waters softly roll. (Once I saw my queenly City, when the foe had stormed the gate; Saw my proud, defenceless City, in the brutal hands of fate, And the land cried out for mercy on Columbia, desolate.) But the ocean ever calls me in a solemn undertone, Past the mountains, past the meadows where the waving willows shone, Past many a pine and cypress standing sentinel alone. And so I reach the Delta in the quiet closing day; Through the reaches of the ricefields, stretching mistily away, I go as a grey spirit through a throng of spirits grey: About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.

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