Country Of The Proud

Leonie AdamsLeonie Adams

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A fall over rock,
Metal answering to water,
Is the seal of this spot;
A land trodden by music
And the tune forgot.
Of a region savage,
The territory that was broken,
Silver gushed free;
And earth holy, earth meek shall receive it
In humility.
This, not dwelt in, this haunted,
The country of the proud,
Is curdling to stone,
And careless of the feet of the waters
As they glance from it down.
Leonie Adams
About the poet

Leonie Adams

1899-1988/AmericanLeonie Adams was born in Brooklyn, New York, in 1899. The fifth of six children. She was brought up in a strict home. She was not allowed to ride the subway until she was 18, and then only while her father accompanied her. Leonie graduated f…

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