ABOVE THE CLOUDS.
Joaquin Miller
id white Sierras, that slope to the sea, - Lie turbulent lands. Go dwell in the skies,
- And the thundering tongues of Yosemite
- Shall persuade you to silence, and you shall be wise.
- I but sing for the love of song and the few
- Who loved me first and shall love me last;
- And the storm shall pass as the storms have pass'd,
- For never were clouds but the sun came through.