WHO more shall trust thee, Nature; who so dare Of all remembering what she was to thee, To us, — the bodied brightness of the air, Blithe San Francisco, of the sun and sea? Mate of the sun, the sea-wind, free as fair, Dear to the day, the darling of the night, Running with laughter, and with golden hair Blown back — but yesterday her heart so light! To-day, the sea is sobbing her sweet name; The morning sorrows, and the stars of rest, For her with that mad craft of shock and flame Flung, in her sleep, from thy forgetting breast. Our San Francisco, child of the sea and sun, Thine own, yet ours — Mother, what hast thou done? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BONNYBELL: THE GRAY SPHEX by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: JOSEPH DIXON by EDGAR LEE MASTERS BALLADE OF DEAD FRIENDS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON MADRIGAL: 109 by MICHELANGELO BUONARROTI THREE HUNDRED THOUSAND MORE by ROBERT MORRIS |