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.
California On The Passing Of Tennyson
Joaquin Miller
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