In the Heart of the Uintahs: Lake at the Foot of Mount Agassiz

IN THE HEART OF THE UINTAHS. LAKE AT THE FOOT OF MOUNT AGASSIZ. Lo, now the yellow twilight in the west Grows dim and fades upon the mountain's breast. And when the lake and crags have turned to jet, The crescent moon hangs where the sun had set. No less the gloom and aged savageness Impress the thought than does the gorgeous dress Brief summer lends to this high altitude, Between the fierce assaults of winter rude, When round and round the snows are drifted o'er, Until it seems the steeps can hold no more, And in vast combs along the mountain wall The avalanche hangs poised for instant fall. From "Plet," a poem by Alfred Lambourne.

IN THE HEART OF THE UINTAHS. LAKE AT THE FOOT OF MOUNT AGASSIZ. Sketch by Alfred Lambourne.