STILL and calm, <br />In purple robes of kings, <br />The low-lying mountains sleep at the edge of the world. <br />The forests cover them like mantles; <br />Day and night <br />Rise and fall over them like the wash of waves. <br /> <br />Asleep, they reign. <br />Silent, they say all. <br />Hush me, O slumbering mountains - <br />Send me dreams.<br /><br />Harriet Monroe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-blue-ridge-2/
