Bayard Taylor: Legend of Old California
Legend of Old California
High on the summit,
Over the waters,
Fronting the sunset
Lingered the maid;
Below, through the flashing
Of blue billows dashing,
Glided the shallop
Storms had delayed I
Ere the white pebbles
On the keel grated,
Leaped the young boatman
Shoreward amain,
And in the blessing
Of love’s quick caressing,
Soon were forgotten
Peril and pain.
Bayard Taylor
(1825 – 1878)
Legend of Old California
fleursdumal.nl magazine
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