"Moonrise in the Rockies"


Moonrise in the Rockies

The trembling train clings to the leaning wall 
Of solid stone; a thousand feet below 
Sinks a black gulf; the sky hangs like a pall 
Upon the peaks of everlasting snow. 

Then of a sudden springs a rim of light, 
Curved like a silver sickle. High and higher― 
Till the full moon burns on the breast of night 
And a million firs stand tipped with lucent fire. 


"Moonrise in the Rockies" as it appears in Ella Higginson's When the Birds Go North Again (1898).


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