BLACK CAT POEMS
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On Collamer Hills
Sarah Knowles Bolton
Tree-covered hills, crossed by a deep ravine;
Yonder a lake of blue,
Shaded to crimson hue
When rays of sunset bridge the vale between.
Then stars come out, led by the crescent moon;
Afar the city sleeps;
All night the cricket keeps
Its constant monotone, a plaintive croon.
Then morning breaks on the horizon line;
The hill-tops are aglow;
The vineyards purple grow;
The dew-drops like a million diamonds shine.
Then all day long the clouds their pictures trace
On broad and varied sky;
The weeks slip noiseless by;
Ah! life is sweet with nature face to face.
poems by Sarah Knowles Bolton