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Bibliographic Information
Author	Wyatt, Edith
Genre	Poetry
Journal or Book	-
Publisher	-
Year of Publication	1915
Pages	157-159
Additional information	-

In the Santa Clara Valley, far away and far away,
Cool-breathed waters dip and dally, linger towards another
day—
Far and far away—far away.

Slow their floating step, but tireless, terraced down the great
Plateau.
Towards our ways of steam and wireless, silver-paced the
brook-beds go.
Past the ladder-walled Pueblos, past the orchards, pear and
quince,
Where the back-locked river’s ebb flows, miles and miles
the valley glints,
Shining backwards, singing downwards, towards horizons
blue and bay.
All the roofs the roads ensconce so dream of visions far
away—
Santa Cruz and Ildefonso, Santa Clara, Santa Fé.
Ancient, sacred fears and faiths, ancient, sacred faiths and
fears—
Some were real, some were wraiths—Indian, Franciscan
years,
Built the Khivas, swung the bells; while the wind sang plain
and free,
“Turn your eyes from visioned hells!—look as far as you
can see!
In the Santa Clara Valley, far away and far away,
Dying dreams divide and dally, crystal-terraced waters sally—
Linger towards another day, far and far away—far away.

agricultureplantroadscenerysublimeWest

As you follow where you find them, up along the high
Plateau,
In the hollows left behind them Spanish chapels fade below—
Shaded court and low corrals. In the vale the goat—herd
browses.
Hollyhocks are seneschals by the little buff-walled houses.
Over grassy swale and alley have you ever seen it so—
Up the Santa Clara Valley, riding on the Great Plateau?
Past the ladder-walled Pueblos, past the orchards, pear and
quince,
Where the trenchèd waters’ ebb flows, miles and miles the valley glints,
Shining backwards, singing downwards towards horizons
blue and bay.
All the haunts the bluffs ensconce so breathe of visions far
away,
As you ride near Ildefonso back again to Santa Fé.
Pecos, mellow with the years, tall-walled Taos—who can
know
Half the storied faiths and fears haunting Green New
Mexico?
Only from her open places down arroyos blue and bay,
One wild grace of many graces dallies towards another day.
Where her yellow tufa crumbles, something stars and grasses
know,
Something true, that crowns and humbles, shimmers from
the Great Plateau :
Blows where cool-paced waters dally from the stillness of
Puyé,
Down the Santa Clara Valley through the world from far
away—
Far and far away—far away.

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    author="Wyatt, Edith"
    additional_information=""
-   year_of_publication="1921"
+   year_of_publication="1915"
    genre="Poetry"
-   publisher="The Macmillan Company"
+   publisher=""
-   journal="New Voices"
+   journal=""
-   page_range="343-344"
+   page_range="157-159"
 />
 <annotations>
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 <poem>
 In the Santa Clara Valley, far away and far away,
-Cool-breathed waters dip and dally, linger towards another day—
+Cool-breathed waters dip and dally, linger towards another
-Far and far away—far away.
+::: day&mdash;
-Slow their floating step, but tireless, terraced down the great Plateau.
+Far and far away&mdash;far away.
-Towards our ways of steam and wireless, silver-paced the brook-beds go.
 </poem>
 </paragraph>
@@ Line 24: / Line 23: @@
 <paragraph keywords="agriculture, plant, road, scenery, sublime, West">
 <poem>
-Past the ladder-walled Pueblos, past the orchards, pear and quince,
+Slow their floating step, but tireless, terraced down the great
-Where the back-locked river’s ebb flows, miles and miles the valley glints,
+::: Plateau.
-Shining backwards, singing downwards, towards horizons blue and bay.
+Towards our ways of steam and wireless, silver-paced the
-All the roofs the roads ensconce so dream of visions far away—
+::: brook-beds go.
+Past the ladder-walled Pueblos, past the orchards, pear and
+::: quince,
+Where the back-locked river’s ebb flows, miles and miles
+::: the valley glints,
+Shining backwards, singing downwards, towards horizons
+::: blue and bay.
+All the roofs the roads ensconce so dream of visions far
+::: away&mdash;
 Santa Cruz and Ildefonso, Santa Clara, Santa Fé.
-Ancient, sacred fears and faiths, ancient, sacred faiths and fears—
+Ancient, sacred fears and faiths, ancient, sacred faiths and
-Some were real, some were wraiths—Indian, Franciscan years,
+::: fears&mdash;
-Built the Khivas, swung the bells; while the wind sang plain and free,
+Some were real, some were wraiths&mdash;Indian, Franciscan
-“Turn your eyes from visioned hells!—look as far as you can see!
+::: years,
+Built the Khivas, swung the bells; while the wind sang plain
+::: and free,
+“Turn your eyes from visioned hells!&mdash;look as far as you
+::: can see!
 In the Santa Clara Valley, far away and far away,
-Dying dreams divide and dally, crystal-terraced waters sally—
+Dying dreams divide and dally, crystal-terraced waters sally&mdash;
-Linger towards another day, far and far away—far away.
+Linger towards another day, far and far away&mdash;far away.
 </poem>
 </paragraph>
@@ Line 42: / Line 53: @@
 <paragraph keywords="">
 <poem>
-As you follow where you find them, up along the high Plateau,
+As you follow where you find them, up along the high
-In the hollows left behind them Spanish chapels fade below—
+::: Plateau,
-Shaded court and low corrals. In the vale the goat-herd browses.
+In the hollows left behind them Spanish chapels fade below&mdash;
+Shaded court and low corrals. In the vale the goat&mdash;herd
+::: browses.
 Hollyhocks are seneschals by the little buff-walled houses.
-Over grassy swale and alley have you ever seen it so—
+Over grassy swale and alley have you ever seen it so&mdash;
 Up the Santa Clara Valley, riding on the Great Plateau?
-Past the ladder-walled Pueblos, past the orchards, pear and quince,
+Past the ladder-walled Pueblos, past the orchards, pear and
+::: quince,
 Where the trenchèd waters’ ebb flows, miles and miles the valley glints,
-</poem>
+Shining backwards, singing downwards towards horizons
-</paragraph>
+::: blue and bay.
+All the haunts the bluffs ensconce so breathe of visions far
+::: away,
-<paragraph keywords="">
-<poem>
-Shining backwards, singing downwards towards horizons blue and bay.
-All the haunts the bluffs ensconce so breathe of visions far away,
 As you ride near Ildefonso back again to Santa Fé.
-Pecos, mellow with the years, tall-walled Taos—who can know
+Pecos, mellow with the years, tall-walled Taos&mdash;who can
-Half the storied faiths and fears haunting green New Mexico?
+::: know
+Half the storied faiths and fears haunting Green New
+::: Mexico?
 Only from her open places down arroyos blue and bay,
 One wild grace of many graces dallies towards another day.
-Where her yellow tufa crumbles, something stars and grasses know,
+Where her yellow tufa crumbles, something stars and grasses
-Something true, that crowns and humbles, shimmers from the Great
+::: know,
-Plateau:
+Something true, that crowns and humbles, shimmers from
-Blows where cool-paced waters dally from the stillness of Puyé,
+::: the Great Plateau :
-Down the Santa Clara Valley through the world from far away—
+Blows where cool-paced waters dally from the stillness of
-Far and far away—far away.
+::: Puyé,
+Down the Santa Clara Valley through the world from far
+::: away&mdash;
+Far and far away&mdash;far away.
 </poem>
 </paragraph>