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Harriet Monroe - The River Kern
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While I walk the pavement sooty
In the town, 
Tread the stony path of duty 
Up and down, 
Oh, the Kern, all clad in beauty— 
Silver sheen
On blue and green— 
Down his canon goes cascading, 
Cavalcading,
Cannonading,
Seizing all the brooks and fountains
How they beat
Their crystal feet!— 
Shouting to the haughty mountains,
Giant peaks that frown !

Oh, my heart runs with the river 
Far away, 
Though through wintry streets I shiver
Day by day! 
Oh, I see the sunshine quiver— 
Shafts of light
That pause in flight!— 
While the Kern, with white feet prancing,
Downward dancing,
Gaily glancing, 
Shakes the massive earth from under— 
How he shocks
The solemn rocks!— 
Shoves the mighty cliffs asunder,
Bids them guard his play!

Now I hear the horns a-blowing
From the height, 
And I see white garments flowing 
Sheer and bright! 
Down the hills the Kern is going— 
Hear him call
His legions all! 
Ye intrepid, oh come leaping! 
Leave your sleeping
Swords from scabbards—hark, the clamor!
Swift and free
Oh would you be?— 
In the glory, in the glamour, 
Follow day and night !
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