Music — Poetry — Fiction 



1913 



Wyatt, Edith. Niagara. (Lit. dig., Sept. 27, 1913. 47:544.) 1913 

 A nature poem. Wyatt 



Cool the crystal mist is falling where my song is calling, calling 

 Over highland, over lowland, fog-blown bluff and bouldered 

 shore : 

 Proud my snow-rapt currents leaping from Superior's green 

 keeping. 

 Down from Michigan's gray sweeping toward the Rapid's 

 eddied floor. 



Rain, hail, dew and storm-cloud swing me; from the heights the 

 hollows wring me; 

 Filtered clay and field silt bring me silent through the dark- 

 breathed loam, 

 Down the thousand-terraced highlands till the skyland lake-beds 

 wing me — 

 Flying down and down in beauty through the chasm's flocking 

 foam. 



Down from Huron, down from Erie, tho the wild duck's wing 

 grow weary, 

 Tribe and nation part and vanish like the spin-drift haze of 

 morn, 

 Fresh my full-fold song is falling and my voice is calling, calling 

 Down from far-poured lake and highland as I sang when I 

 was born. 



South, North, East and West untiring speak my brother seas in 

 splendor, 



Tell their dominant desiring, claimant over coast and main, 

 Mine the choiring of a woman's chord immortal, of surrender — 



Of the splendor of desiring, deep to give and give again. 



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