As I Came Down Mount Tamalpais

As i came down Mount Tamalpais, To north the fair Sonoma Hills Lay like a trembling thread of blue Beneath a sky of daffodils; Through tules green a silver stream Ran south to meet the tranquil bay, Whispering a dreamy, tender tale Of vales and valleys far away. As I came down Mount Tamalpais, To south the city brightly shone, Touched by the sunset’s good-night kiss Across the golden ocean blown; I saw its hills, its tapering masts, I almost heard its tramp and tread, And saw against the sky the cross Which marks the City of the Dead. As I came down Mount Tamalpais To east San Pablo’s water lay, Touched with a holy purple light, The benediction of the day; No ripple on its twilight tide, No parting of its evening veil, Save dimly in the far-off haze One dreamy, yellow sunset sail. As I came down Mount Tamalpais, To west Heaven’s gateway opened wide, And through it, freighted with day-cares, The cloud-ships floated with the tide; Then, silently through stilly air, Starlight flew down from Paradise, Folded her silver wings and slept Upon the slopes of Tamalpais.