Lost River

Illustration for Book Cover:

"Later Poems and New Villanelles" by Susie Frances Harrison. (Ronald P. Frye and Publishers)

Original drawing available

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Here is the poem, from the book Later Poems and New Villanelles" by Susie Frances Harrison, on which this illustration was based.

Lost River

WELL-let it be! The talkes persist.

Lost River only sees the sun

Close shrouded in mountain mist.

What was the deed? Wife knife, with fist,

With rope, was some poor soul undone?

Well—let it be! But tales persist,

For no one ever makes a tryst

Beside these waters wise men shun,

Close shrouded in the mountain mist.

They say—a palsy plucks your wrist

If e’er you try to fire a gun!

Well—let it be; such tales persist,

For where the river takes a twist,

¨They say—so all the legends run—

¨Close shrouded in the mountain mist,

Unknown, unnamed, unmourned, unkissed,

You see her face— a drowning nun!

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Well—let it be! Such tales persist,

Close shrouded in the mountain mist.