Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ON LEAVING CALIFORNIA, by BAYARD TAYLOR Poet's Biography First Line: O fair young land, the youngest, fairest far Last Line: Restored again in thee! Alternate Author Name(s): Taylor, James Bayard Subject(s): California | ||||||||
O FAIR young land, the youngest, fairest far Of which our world can boast, -- Whose guardian planet, Evening's silver star Illumes thy golden coast, -- How art thou conquered, tamed in all the pride Of savage beauty still! How brought, O panther of the splendid hide, To know thy master's will! No more thou sittest on thy tawny hills In indolent repose; Or pour'st the crystal of a thousand rills Down from thy house of snows. But where the wild-oats wrapped thy knees in gold, The ploughman drives his share, And where, through canons deep, thy streams are rolled, The miner's arm is bare. Yet in thy lap, thus rudely rent and torn A nobler seed shall be: Mother of mighty men, thou shalt not mourn Thy lost virginity! Thy human children shall restore the grace Gone with thy fallen pines: The wild, barbaric beauty of thy face Shall round to classic lines. And Order, Justice, Social Law shall curb Thy untamed energies; And Art and Science, with their dreams superb, Replace thine ancient ease. The marble, sleeping in thy mountains now, Shall live in sculptures rare; Thy native oak shall crown the sage's brow, -- Thy bay, the poet's hair. Thy tawny hills shall bleed their purple wine, Thy valleys yield their oil; And Music, with her eloquence divine, Persuade thy sons to toil. Till Hesper, as he trims his silver beam, No happier land shall see, And Earth shall find her old Arcadian dream Restored again in thee! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LOVING SHEPHERDESS by ROBINSON JEFFERS WEST COAST SOUNDS ?اض 1956 by BOB KAUFMAN CALIFORNIA SORROW: CLAREMONT RAGA by MARY KINZIE IN CALIFORNIA: MORNING, EVENING, LATE JANUARY by DENISE LEVERTOV KEATS IN CALIFORNIA by PHILIP LEVINE CALIFORNIA; FOR ADRIENNE RICH by HAYDEN CARRUTH DRY GRASS & OLD COLOR OF THE FENCE & SMOOTH HILLS by LINDA GREGG EVERYTHING'S A FAKE by FANNY HOWE BEDOUIN [LOVE] SONG by BAYARD TAYLOR NATIONAL ODE; INDEPENDENCE SQUARE, PHILADELPHIA by BAYARD TAYLOR |
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