Skip to content
Linespedia

The Song of the Chattahoochee.

By Sidney Lanier

Topics: classic

Out of the hills of Habersham,     Down the valleys of Hall,     I hurry amain to reach the plain,     Run the rapid and leap the fall,     Split at the rock and together again,     Accept my bed, or narrow or wide,     And flee from folly on every side     With a lover's pain to attain the plain     Far from the hills of Habersham,     Far from the valleys of Hall.     All down the hills of Habersham,     All through the valleys of Hall,     The rushes cried `Abide, abide,'     The willful waterweeds held me thrall,     The laving laurel turned my tide,     The ferns and the fondling grass said `Stay,'     The dewberry dipped for to work delay,     And the little reeds sighed `Abide, abide,     Here in the hills of Habersham,     Here in the valleys of Hall.'     High o'er the hills of Habersham,     Veiling the valleys of Hall,     The hickory told me manifold     Fair tales of shade, the poplar tall     Wrought me her shadowy self to hold,     The chestnut, the oak, the walnut, the pine,     Overleaning, with flickering meaning and sign,     Said, `Pass not, so cold, these manifold     Deep shades of the hills of Habersham,     These glades in the valleys of Hall.'     And oft in the hills of Habersham,     And oft in the valleys of Hall,     The white quartz shone, and the smooth brook-stone     Did bar me of passage with friendly brawl,     And many a luminous jewel lone      - Crystals clear or a-cloud with mist,     Ruby, garnet and amethyst -     Made lures with the lights of streaming stone     In the clefts of the hills of Habersham,     In the beds of the valleys of Hall.     But oh, not the hills of Habersham,     And oh, not the valleys of Hall     Avail: I am fain for to water the plain.     Downward the voices of Duty call -     Downward, to toil and be mixed with the main,     The dry fields burn, and the mills are to turn,     And a myriad flowers mortally yearn,     And the lordly main from beyond the plain     Calls o'er the hills of Habersham,     Calls through the valleys of Hall.     1877.

AI analysis available. Enable JavaScript to interact.

About this line

"Out of the hills of Habersham,..."

Exploring the themes of classic, Sidney Lanier delivers a powerful performance in "The Song of the Chattahoochee."... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...

Attribution & Rights

Author:Sidney Lanier

"Out of the hills of Habersham,..." by Sidney Lanier

For usage rights, copyright concerns, or to report an issue with this content, please visit our Copyright & Report page.

Related lines

"To-day the woods are trembling through and through     With shimmering forms, that flash before my view,     Then melt in green as dawn-stars me"

"My soul is like the oar that momently     Dies in a desperate stress beneath the wave,     Then glitters out again and sweeps the sea:     Each"

"At midnight, death's and truth's unlocking time,     When far within the spirit's hearing rolls     The great soft rumble of the course of thing"

"By the Eldest Grandson.     A rainbow span of fifty years,     Painted upon a cloud of tears,     In blue for hopes and red for fears,"

"Here morning in the ploughman's songs is met     Ere yet one footstep shows in all the sky,     And twilight in the east, a doubt as yet,     S"

"The Text is taken from Percy's Reliques (1765), vol. i. p. 71, 'given from two MS. copies, transmitted from Scotland.' Herd had a very similar bal"

Sidney Lanier

About Sidney Lanier

Sidney Lanier (1842–1881) was an American poet and musician whose poems—including "The Marshes of Glynn" and "Song of the Chattahoochee"—are known for their musical quality and celebration of the Southern landscape.

Full Bibliography
Continue Reading

"To-day the woods are trembling through and through..."

Weekly Poetic Insight

Join our literary Sanctuary

Get the most inspiring lines, poetic analysis, and secret shayaris delivered to your inbox every Sunday.