It stirs beneath the laurels, stirs within
The redwood’s circling shade, and light and thin,
Where the brown towhee builds, and spiders spin,
Shuts the twist manzanita’s tangle in.
With swaying tops and quivering leaves adart,
Held for a while within the mist’s white heart
Like shadowy travelers ready to depart—
Tall, wavering shapes of eucalyptus start.
From far below, where level spreads the plain;
Traveling with jeweled feet the hastening grain,