To struggle with the wintry whipping storm
And bring the glorious spring out from the night.
I see earth’s muscles bared, her battle brow,
And am not sad, but feel her marvelous charm
As splendidly she plunges in the fight.
THE PAINTED HILLS OF ARIZONA
The rainbows all lie crumpled on these hills,
The red dawns scattered on their colored sills.
These hills have caught the lightning in its flight,
Caught colors from the skies of day and night