Moonrise In The Rockies Poem by Ella Higginson

Moonrise In The Rockies

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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.

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