Of long, strong billows; wave on wave,
Like funeral guns above a grave.
JOAQUIN MILLER,
in Collected Poems.
APRIL 23.
SAN FRANCISCO.
IN CHRISTMAS TWILIGHT, 1898.
In somber silhouette, against a golden sky,
Francisco's city sits as sunbeams die.
The serrated hills her throne; the ocean laves her feet:
Her jeweled crown the Western zephyrs greet;