To strangers—“to a Lady he had loved.”
It was the year that filled the century
From Michael’s birth, when he was seen again.
A venturous band had wandered in the West,
Till far from towns, or any haunt of men,
They came upon a region by the sea.
Rock-bound and bare it lay; and all the storms
That hurled the ancient, white-topped, weary waves
On California, since the world began,
Had, day by day, and year by untold year,