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| AS I came down Mount Tamalpais, | |
| To north the fair Sonoma Hills | |
| Lay like a trembling thread of blue | |
| Beneath a sky of daffodils; | |
| Through tules green a silver stream | 5 |
| Ran south to meet the tranquil bay, | |
| Whispering a dreamy, tender tale | |
| Of vales and valleys far away. | |
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| As I came down Mount Tamalpais, | |
| To south the city brightly shone, | 10 |
| Touched by the sunset’s good-night kiss | |
| Across the golden ocean blown; | |
| I saw its hills, its tapering masts, | |
| I almost heard its tramp and tread, | |
| And saw against the sky the cross | 15 |
| Which marks the City of the Dead. | |
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| As I came down Mount Tamalpais | |
| To east San Pablo’s water lay, | |
| Touched with a holy purple light, | |
| The benediction of the day; | 20 |
| No ripple on its twilight tide, | |
| No parting of its evening veil, | |
| Save dimly in the far-off haze | |
| One dreamy, yellow sunset sail. | |
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| As I came down Mount Tamalpais, | 25 |
| To west Heaven’s gateway opened wide, | |
| And through it, freighted with day-cares, | |
| The cloud-ships floated with the tide; | |
| Then, silently through stilly air, | |
| Starlight flew down from Paradise, | 30 |
| Folded her silver wings and slept | |
| Upon the slopes of Tamalpais. | |
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