HARTE ELEGIAC AND NATIONAL SAN FRANCISCO (FROM THE SEA) SERENE, indifferent of Fate, Upon thy height, so lately won, Still slant the banners of the sun; Thou seest the white seas strike their tents, And, scornful of the peace that flies Thou drawest all things, small or great, 10 Wrap her, O Fog, in gown and hood Hide me her faults, her sin and blame; So shall she, cowlèd, sit and pray Then rise, O Fleecy Fog, and raise Be as the cloud that flecks the seas When forms familiar shall give place When all her throes and anxious fears When Art shall raise and Culture lift And all fulfilled the vision we Who, in the morning of her race, But, yielding to the common lot, THE MOUNTAIN HEART'S-EASE By scattered rocks and turbid waters shifting, To feverish men thy calm, sweet face uplifting, The delicate thought, that cannot find expression, That, like thy petals, trembles in possession, The miner pauses in his rugged labour, Laughingly calls unto his comrade-neighbour But in his eyes a mist unwonted rises, Some sweet home face his foolish thought surprises And passes in a tear, Some boyish vision of his Eastern village, Where golden harvests followed quiet tillage One moment only; for the pick, uplifting, And yet O poet! in thy homely fashion For on the turbid current of his passion 10 20 28 GRIZZLY COWARD, of heroic size, |