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

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