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Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). A Victorian Anthology, 1837–1895. 1895.

Bliss Carman 1861–1929

Golden Rowan


SHE lived where the mountains go down to the sea,

And river and tide confer.

Golden Rowan, in Menalowan,

Was the name they gave to her.

She had the soul no circumstance

Can hurry or defer.

Golden Rowan, of Menalowan,

How time stood still for her!

Her playmates for their lovers grew,

But that shy wanderer,

Golden Rowan, of Menalowan,

Knew love was not for her.

Hers was the love of wilding things;

To hear a squirrel chir

In the golden rowan of Menalowan

Was joy enough for her.

She sleeps on the hill with the lonely sun,

Where in the days that were,

The golden rowan of Menalowan

So often shadowed her.

The scarlet fruit will come to fill,

The scarlet spring to stir

The golden rowan of Menalowan,

And wake no dream for her.

Only the wind is over her grave,

For mourner and comforter;

And “Golden Rowan, of Menalowan,”

Is all we know of her.