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IN THE BLUE RIDGE The mountain night is shining, Jim of Tellico, Shining so it hurts the heart to see The gleam upon the laurel leaf, the locust shaking snow To the rippling Nantahala that is laughing up to me, Hurts till the cry comes and the big tears are free. O, why should my heart cry to you that will not hear, Yonder where the ridges lie so still above the town? But the pain that's calling seems to bring you near, As the tears in my eyes bring the stars a-swimming down. Mother sits an...d cries, with my baby on her knee; Father curses deep, a-breathing hard your name; But never do I hear and never do I see, I with my head low, working out my shame, Eyes burning dry and my heart like a flame; For I hate you then--I hate you, Jim of Tellico, And grip my needle tighter, every stitch a sin, The hate growing bigger till the thing I sew Seems a shroud I'm glad a-making just to lay you in. But the slow sun passes with its day-long stare, Like a bold eye at the window when the blind Is missing and you mustn't know the eye is there, -- Just shut your heart up close and hide the thing you mind; And comes the blessed twilight calling of its kind, When all the little creatures with soft voices stir, Little hiding things that cry so tremblingly, Till I lay my needle by, --O, how the sweet woods whirr!
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