BY THE PACIFIC OCEAN.
Joaquin Miller
ere room and kingly silence keep- Companionship in state austere,
- The dignity of death is here,
- The large, lone vastness of the deep.
- Here toil has pitched his camp to rest,
- The west is banked against the west.
- Above yon gleaming skies of gold
- One lone imperial peak is seen;
- While gathered at his feet in green
- Ten thousand foresters are told.
- And all so still! so still the air
- That duty drops the web of care.
- Beneath the sunset's golden sheaves
- The awful deep walks with the deep,
- Where silent sea doves slip and sweep,
- And commerce keeps her loom and weaves.
- The dead red men refuse to rest;
- Their ghosts illume my lurid West!