Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900.

By JoaquinMiller

804 Twilight at the Heights

THE BRAVE young city by the Balboa seas

Lies compassed about by the hosts of night—

Lies humming, low, like a hive of bees;

And the day lies dead. And its spirit’s flight

Is far to the west; while the golden bars

That bound it are broken to a dust of stars.

Come under my oaks, oh, drowsy dusk!

The wolf and the dog; dear incense hour

When Mother Earth hath a smell of musk,

And things of the spirit assert their power—

When candles are set to burn in the west—

Set head and foot to the day at rest.