@3The Valley@1 GRAY and bleakly majestic, the bastioned walls of the valley, Springing sheer to the sky, dwarf the great pine trees beneath. @3Bridal Veil Falls@1 White from a notch of the cliffs you slide, oh sylph of the mountains, Easily, lissomly down, floating on delicate feet. Bright from your shoulders trail the folds of a robe of jewels, Softening to film as they fall, looped with a rainbow loop. @3Other Waterfalls@1 Hung on the eaves of the world, the thin ribbon dangles and flutters; Broadly the Vernal spreads its mantel of feathery spray; Headlong Yosemite leaps, and pauses, and leaps again forward; Cliff-overshadowed Nevada gleams from the dark like a wraith. @3The Big Trees of Mariposa@1 Cinnamon-silver they rise,—the trunks of the titan sequoias; Centuries blossom and fall, fadeless their branches endure. @3Conclusion: Yosemite Remembered@1 Grave and remote and austere, you haunt me with beauty, oh valley,— Beauty undreamed of before, now all a dream or a star. |