Thy Laughing Loveliness

By George Sterling

    California
  Thy laughing loveliness
Compels to vision, and our fancies
    roam,
  Lead by a fragrant tress,
To groves as sweet and fields of
    meadow-foam,
  Or timeless thrones of snow,
Or azure inlets that's the naiads
    know—
  By some enchantment drawn
Whose light is not in the refusing
    dawn,
Whose voice is not where any rivers '
    flow.

~George Sterling, Christian Science Monitor, Oct 8th, 1920, pg 13

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