Хоакин (Цинциннат Хайнер) Миллер (Joaquin (Cincinnatus Hiner) Miller)

California on the Passing of Tennyson

All silent … So, he lies in state …
Our redwoods drip and drip with rain …
Against our rock-locked Golden Gate
We hear the great, sad, sobbing main.
But silent all … He passed the stars
That year the whole world turned to Mars.