And better than anything dreamed came true;
For, under the murmuring palms, a shadow
Passed, with the eyes I knew;
A shadow, perhaps, of the tall green fountains
That rustled their fronds on that glittering sky,
A hungering shadow, a lean dark shadow,
A dreaming shadow that drifted by;
But I heard him whisper the strange dark music
That found it so "rich to die."
And the murmuring palms of San Diego