| James Weldon Johnson, ed. (1871–1938). The Book of American Negro Poetry. 1922. |
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| The Hills of Sewanee |
| | | George Marion McClellan |
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| SEWANEE HILLS of dear delight, | |
| Prompting my dreams that used to be, | |
| I know you are waiting me still to-night | |
| By the Unika Range of Tennessee. | |
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| The blinking stars in endless space, | 5 |
| The broad moonlight and silvery gleams, | |
| To-night caress your wind-swept face, | |
| And fold you in a thousand dreams. | |
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| Your far outlines, less seen than felt, | |
| Which wind with hill propensities, | 10 |
| In moonlight dreams I see you melt | |
| Away in vague immensities. | |
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| And, far away, I still can feel | |
| Your mystery that ever speaks | |
| Of vanished things, as shadows steal | 15 |
| Across your breast and rugged peaks. | |
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| O, dear blue hills, that lie apart, | |
| And wait so patiently down there, | |
| Your peace takes hold upon my heart | |
| And makes its burden less to bear. | 20 |
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