And the measureless halls of the house of the wind!
IN THE MISSION GARDEN, SAN GABRIEL
O golden day, wherein at last,
Long leagues and wintry overpast,
I stand beneath a sky as blue
As April violets drenched in dew,
And live within a dream come true!
From rosy-berried pepper-trees
The winds blow spicy fragrances;
The palms sway softly to and fro,