Katalidin. 
Wouldst thou hear music such as ne’er was 
planned 
For mortal ear ? Song wilder than the tune 
The Arctic utters when its waters croon 
Their angry chorus on the Norway strand, 
Or where Nile thunders to a thirsty laud 
With welcome sound from Mountains of the 
Moon, 
Or 'lone Lualaba from his lagoon 
Draws down his murmurous wave ? Then 
thou shouldst stand 
Where dark Katahdin lifts his sea of pines 
To meet the wlmer storm, and lend thine ear 
To the horse ridges, where the wind entwines 
With spruce and hr, and wakes a mighty 
cheer, 
TUI the roused forest, from its far confines, 
Utters its voice, tremendous, lone, austere. 
William Prescott Foster in the Century. 
