Thy Laughing Loveliness
By George Sterling
California
Thy laughing loveliness
Compels to vision, and our fancies
roam,
Lead by a fragrant tress,
To groves as sweet and fields of
meadow-foam,
Or timeless thrones of snow,
Or azure inlets that's the naiads
know—
By some enchantment drawn
Whose light is not in the refusing
dawn,
Whose voice is not where any rivers '
flow.
~George Sterling, Christian Science Monitor, Oct 8th, 1920, pg 13