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Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900.

By EllaHigginson

1496 The Grand Ronde Valley

AH me! I know how like a golden flower

The Grand Ronde valley lies this August night,

Locked in by dimpled hills where purple light

Lies wavering. There at the sunset hour

Sink downward, like a rainbow-tinted shower,

A thousand colored rays, soft, changeful, bright.

Later the large moon rises, round and white,

And three Blue Mountain pines against it tower,

Lonely and dark. A coyote’s mournful cry

Sinks from the canon,—whence the river leaps

A blade of silver underneath the moon.

Like restful seas the yellow wheat-fields lie,

Dreamless and still. And while the valley sleeps,

O hear!—the lullabies that low winds croon.