Augustin S. Macdonald, comp. A Collection of Verse by California Poets. 1914.

By Bernard Westermann


THERE is Amida, sublime and high,

Who far in a Daimyo’s garden stands,

Eyes half closed, he has crossed his hands;

He waits for nothing, he cannot die.

He has tasted and drunk of the wines of life,

Of every passion and conquered each,

Till a silent power has changed the strife

To the sentient calm that the soul may reach.