Poems (Hardy)/Palo alto hills
PALO ALTO HILLS
WHEN, some fair eve, in lands afar, I walk where fancy wills,And one shall say, "So beams that star On Palo Alto Hills,"It needs must be the star will pale And seem less kindly near,Than if, through tears, the voice should fail To name a name so dear.For tranquil are the days to me And charmed from old-time ills,By windows facing field and tree And Palo Alto Hills;There cloud and shine such dreamland show Of purple and of mist,I sometimes think I almost know The look of amethyst,And chrysolite, and chrysoprase Of Heaven's foundation-sills;And find the peace of heavenly days On Palo Alto Hills.