Memories Of The Pacific Coast
I
know
a
land,
I,
too,
Where
warm
keen
incense
on
the
sea-wind
blows,
And
all
the
winter
long
the
skies
are
blue,
And
the
brown
deserts
blossom
with
the
rose.
Deserts
of
all
delight,
Cactus
and
palm
and
earth
of
thirsty
gold,
Dark
purple
blooms
round
eaves
of
sun-washed
white,
And
that
Hesperian
fruit
men
sought
of
old.
O,
to
be
wandering
there,
Under
the
palm-trees,
on
that
sunset
shore,
Where
the
waves
break
in
song,
and
the
bright
air
Is
crystal
clean;
and
peace
is
ours,
once
more.
There
Beauty
dwells,
Beauty,
re-born
in
whiteness
from
the
foam;
And
Youth
returns
with
all
its
magic
spells,
And
the
heart
finds
its
long-forgotten
home,--
Home--home!
Where
is
that
land?
For,
when
I
dream
it
found,
the
old
hungering
cry
Aches
in
the
soul,
drives
me
from
all
I
planned,
And
sets
my
sail
to
seek
another
sky.
