Wind of the desert, softly blow Across the cañon shining wide. Lightly among the temples go That rise in towers of pride. Soft, lest they float away

Flowers grow in the grass, Baby footfalls pass Over the fields once red, Over the hero’s head— For Peace.

Your voice, beloved, on the living… Borne to me by the spirit powerful Who binds the atoms and leaps out… Great suns together! Ah, what mag… Strung for God’s fingers, sounds…

Sleep softly in your ocean bed, You who could grandly die! Our fathers, who at Shiloh bled, Accept your company. O sons of warriors, lightly rest,

They went down to the sea in ships… In ships they went down to the sea… In boats hewn of oak-tree strips, In galleys with skin-sewn sails, In triremes, caravels, brigs—

FLOWER of the moon! Still white is her brow whom we wo… Yea, purer than pearls in deep sea… The dull years veil their eyes fro… Nor profane her with age—the immor…

Grand Cañon of Arizona Vishnu, the gods of eld are dead.… Are Zeus, Astarte, and that lotus… Isis of Egypt. Unto each his hour… Yet thou, silent within thy temple…

He built a tower for all to see, With sun-washed gardens planted wi… And there with pomp of pageantry, With men-at-arms and minstrelsy And moonbeam ladies fair and free,

Art thou he?— The seer and sage, the hero and lo… The man of men, then away from the… day Come with me!

The forest was a shrine for her, A temple richly dressed; And worshippers the tall trees wer… Each to his prayer addressed. Scarce dared I lift my eyes, or s…

The wind comes riding down from he… Ho! wind of heaven, what do you br… Cool for the dawn, dew for the eve… And every sweetest thing. O wind of heaven, from pink clouds…

To the world-wanderer Samarkand i… The broad Pacific but a narrow st… To him old China at the Asian gat… A neighbor is, an elder brother de… Toward savage coasts he dares his…

While I walk the pavement sooty In the town, Tread the stony path of duty Up and down, Oh, the Kern, all clad in beauty—

Hiding under the hill, Heavy with trailing robes and tang… Till only its little haggard face… The garden lay shy and wistful, Lovelorn for summer departing,

The patter of a baby’s feet Upon the floor, His babble at the door— Ah, these are sounds too sweet, to… Blue sky, save me from tears!