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Lyrify.me

Magic by Hamlin Garland Lyrics

Genre: misc | Year: 1913

Within my hand I hold
A piece of lichen-spotted stone --
Each fleck red-gold --
And with closed eyes I hear the moan
Of solemn winds round naked crags
Of Colorado's mountains. The snow
Lies deep about me. Grey and old
Hags of cedars, gaunt and bare,
With streaming, tangled hair,
Snarl endlessly. White-winged and proud,
With stately step and queenly air,
A glittering, cool and silent cloud
        Upon me sails.
        The wind wails,
And from the cañon stern and steep
I hear the furious waters leap.