by: Margaret Fuller (1810-1850)
- SAW ye
first, arrayed in mist and cloud;
- No cheerful lights softened your aspect bold;
- A sullen gray, or green, more grave and cold,
- The varied beauties of the scene enshroud.
- Yet not the less, O Hudson! calm and proud,
- Did I receive the impress of that hour
- Which showed thee to me, emblem of that power
- Of high resolve, to which even rocks have bowed;
- Thou wouldst not deign thy course to turn aside,
- And seek some smiling valley's welcome warm,
- But through the mountain's very heart, thy pride
- Has been, thy channel and thy banks to form.
- Not even the "bulwarks of the world" could bar
- The inland fount from joining ocean's war!
POEMS BY MARGARET FULLER
"The Highlands" is reprinted
from Life without and life within; or, Reviews, narratives,
essays, and poems. Margaret Fuller. New York: The Tribune