Faint, as when drowsy winds awake
A sisterhood of faery bells,
It won reply from hidden dells,
Loyal to Echo for its sake....
I dreamt I slept, but cannot say
How many dreamland seasons fled,
Nor what horizon of the dead
Gave back my dream's uncertain day.
But still beside the toiling sea
I lay, and saw—for walls o'ergrown—
The city that was mine had known
Time's sure and ancient treachery.
Above her ramparts, broad as Tyre's,
The grasses' mounting army broke;
The shadow of the sprawling oak
Usurpt the splendor of her fires.
But o'er the fallen marbles pale
I heard, like elfin melodies
Blown over from enchanted seas,
The music of the nightingale.
George Sterling.
THE STORIES
| [Concha Argüello, Sister Dominica] by Gertrude Atherton |
| [
The Ford of Crèvecœur] by Mary Austin |
| [
A Californian] by Geraldine Bonner |
| [
Gideon's Knock] by Mary Halleck Foote |
| [
A Yellow Man and a White] by Eleanor Gates |
| [
The Judgment of Man] by James Hopper |
| [
The League of the Old Men] by Jack London |
| [
Down the Flume with the Sneath Piano] by Bailey Millard |
| [
The Contumacy of Sarah L. Walker] by Miriam Michelson |
| [
Breaking Through] by W. C. Morrow |
| [
A Lost Story] by Frank Norris |
| [
Hantu] by Henry Milner Rideout |
| [
Miss. Juno] by Charles Warren Stoddard |
| [
A Little Savage Gentleman] by Isobel Strong |
| [
Love and Advertising] by Richard Walton Tully |
| [
The Tewana] by Herman Whitaker |