In The Cold Green Mountains

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Title:     In The Cold Green Mountains
Author: Hamlin Garland [More Titles by Garland]

In the cold green mountains where the savage torrents roared,
And the clouds were gray above us,
And the fishing eagle soared,
Where no grass waved, where no robins cried,
There our horses starved and died,
In the cold green mountains.

In the cold green mountains,
Nothing grew but moss and trees,
Water dripped and sludgy streamlets
Trapped our horses by the knees.
Where we slipped, slid, and lunged,
Mired down and wildly plunged
Toward the cold green mountains!

[The end]
Hamlin Garland's poem: In The Cold Green Mountains

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