An echoing chord in me!

On Carmel shore the breakers moan

Like pines that breast the gale.

O whence, ye winds and billows, flown

To cry your wordless tale?

GEORGE STERLING,
in A Wine of Wizardry and Other Poems.

OAKLAND—BERKELEY—ALAMEDA.

O close-clasped towns across the bay,

Whose lights like gleaming jewels stray,