Augustin S. Macdonald, comp. A Collection of Verse by California Poets. 1914.
By James RawlinsRetrospection
From the hilltops at sunset, Golden Gate.
D
Ebbs fast the glory of a dying day.
And on the giant battlements
That guard these glowing portals of the night,
Another niche appears, full chiseled, deep.
How many fateful names enregistered
In burning letters on that scroll of Time.
The chastened page be rudely blotted out
By hands that ever faltered as they wrote;
That ere the cruel ink was scarcely dry,
Hot tears erased the shameful entry?
And deep within the glowing embers lies
The substance—and the form
Ethereal shapes assume that seem, withal,
On golden pinions to have taken flight
And vanished with the spirits of the night.