Poems (Hardy)/Tamalpais
TAMALPAIS
LLOOK where the sunset in a glare of gold
Outspreads a glittering net across the strait:
You see a mountain wreathéd long and late
With opaline mists that sweep in gorgeous fold
On fold, above, below? So, you behold
Mount Tamalpais, the purple, ultimate,
Unmythic pillar of that Golden Gate
Which opens outward, beckoning to bold
Mariners, tempted of the winds and seas
To seek some orient in the flaming west:
Tempted of an inward glow to leave all
Behind, 'scape all, and greaten out and please
The spirit in some wider empire, guessed
Of by that glow, conjectured by that call.
Outspreads a glittering net across the strait:
You see a mountain wreathéd long and late
With opaline mists that sweep in gorgeous fold
On fold, above, below? So, you behold
Mount Tamalpais, the purple, ultimate,
Unmythic pillar of that Golden Gate
Which opens outward, beckoning to bold
Mariners, tempted of the winds and seas
To seek some orient in the flaming west:
Tempted of an inward glow to leave all
Behind, 'scape all, and greaten out and please
The spirit in some wider empire, guessed
Of by that glow, conjectured by that call.