Joaquin Miller (de Saborit sobre Sylvester Baxter); platónico gringo-hispánico y antiguallo.

Song of the Mexican Sea

I.

IN the beginning,—ay, beforeThe six-days’ labors were well o’er;Yea, while the world lay incomplete,Ere God had opened quite the doorOf this strange land for strong men’s feet,—There lay against that westmost seaOne weird-wild land of mystery.

A far white wall, like fallen moon,Girt out the world. The forest laySo deep you scarcely saw the day,Save in the high-held middle noon:It lay a land of sleep and dreams,And clouds drew through like shoreless streamsThat stretch to where no man may say.