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.
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.