| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900. |
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| 1496. The Grand Ronde Valley |
| | | By Ella Higginson |
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| AH me! I know how like a golden flower | |
| The Grand Ronde valley lies this August night, | |
| Locked in by dimpled hills where purple light | |
| Lies wavering. There at the sunset hour | |
| Sink downward, like a rainbow-tinted shower, | 5 |
| A thousand colored rays, soft, changeful, bright. | |
| Later the large moon rises, round and white, | |
| And three Blue Mountain pines against it tower, | |
| Lonely and dark. A coyote’s mournful cry | |
| Sinks from the canon,—whence the river leaps | 10 |
| A blade of silver underneath the moon. | |
| Like restful seas the yellow wheat-fields lie, | |
| Dreamless and still. And while the valley sleeps, | |
| O hear!—the lullabies that low winds croon. | |
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