Fair on your hills, my City,
Fair as the Queen of old,
Supreme in her seven-hilled splendor-
You, from your Gate of Gold,
Facing the orient sunburst,
Swathed in the sunset gleams,
Throned in an ultimate glory,
City of mists and of dreams!
More verses by Ina D. Coolbrith
- Retrospect
- California Poppy, The (Copa De Oro)
- A Perfect Day
- When The Grass Shall Cover Me
- A Leaf For Memory