Poem by 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. 

1. Don't Stop at the Station Despair
2. Dead in the Sierras
3. The Sierra Nevadas
4. Twilight at the Heights
5. Peter Cooper

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