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 lateWith opaline mists that sweep in gorgeous foldOn fold, above, below? So, you behold Mount Tamalpais, the purple, ultimate, Unmythic pillar of that Golden GateWhich opens outward, beckoning to boldMariners, tempted of the winds and seas To seek some orient in the flaming west: Tempted of an inward glow to leave allBehind, 'scape all, and greaten out and please The spirit in some wider empire, guessed Of by that glow, conjectured by that call.