The city sits amid her palms;
The perfume of her twilight breath
Is something as the sacred balms
That bound sweet Jesus after death,
Such soft, warm twilight sense as lie
Against the gates of Paradise.
Such prayerful palms, wide palms upreached!
This sea mist is as incense smoke,
Yon ancient walls a sermon preached,
White lily with a heart of oak.
And O, this twilight! O the grace
Of twilight on my lifted face.
Sunset In San Diego
Joaquin Miller
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Poem topics: breath, city, death, heart, sea, sweet, white, wide, sense, face, ancient, paradise, warm, soft, bound, jesus, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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