Down from the Mountains
I
HAVE been to the mountains
And now I have come down,
I have brought something of them
Back with me to the town:
The quiver and click of the aspens,
Their gold coins bright with sun,
The memory of a glittering stream
Making its wild free run,
The stars—so close one can touch them,
Silver on midnight black,
The swish of the pines, and the blue sky,
These I have brought back
To the clamor and roar of the city
Where brick walls shut me in,
And I can still breathe mountain air,
Clean and feathery-thin.
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