Say what you like, William H. Davies MOUNTAIN SONG I have not where to lay my head; My staff and scrip I cast away Light-burdened to the mountain height! Climbing the rocky steep by day, Kindling my fire against the night. The sky-ships, radiant-masted, Now with the world far under, There earthly sorrow falters, -Swift flame-then shipwrecks only A hurt bird cries and flutters A rose, a wild light after And life calls through the years, "Who dreams my fountains' laughter Shall feed my wells with tears." Ridgely Torrence IN THE MOHAVE As I rode down the arroyo through yuccas belled with bloom And as I rode I saw a lean coyote lying All perfect as in life upon a silver dune, Save that his feet no more could flee the harsh light's spying, Save that no more his shadow would cleave the sinking moon. O cruel land, where form endures, the spirit fled! THE LAST DAYS The russet leaves of the sycamore By the autumn wind swept to and fro Shallow and clear the Carmel glides Where the willows droop on its vine-walled sides. The bracken-rust is red on the hill; The pines stand brooding, somber and still; Sends the goose-wedge over again. Wilder now, for the verdure's birth, Days departing linger and sigh: Seeks the home that we cannot give. George Sterling THE BLACK VULTURE Aloof upon the day's immeasured dome, His hazards on the sea of morning lie; To make their dream and its fulfillment one, ON THE GREAT PLATEAU In the Santa Clara Valley, far away and far away, George Sterling Cool-breathed waters dip and dally, linger towards another dayFar 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- Ancient, sacred fears and faiths, ancient, sacred faiths and fears- Dying dreams divide and dally, crystal-terraced waters sally— |