. So here then is a little journey to the home of Joaquin Miller. Then spake the mate:This mad sea shows his teeth curls his lip, he lies in wait,With lifted teeth, as if to bite!69 J OAQUIN Brave Admrl, say but one good word: MILLER What shall we do when hope is gone? The words leapt like a flaming sword: Sail on! sail on! sail on! and on! THE IDEAL AND THE REALAnd full these truths eternalOer the yearning spirit steal,That the real is the the ideal is the real. She was damnd with the dower of beauty, sheHad gold in shower by shoulder and feet!—why, her two bles
. So here then is a little journey to the home of Joaquin Miller. Then spake the mate:This mad sea shows his teeth curls his lip, he lies in wait,With lifted teeth, as if to bite!69 J OAQUIN Brave Admrl, say but one good word: MILLER What shall we do when hope is gone? The words leapt like a flaming sword: Sail on! sail on! sail on! and on! THE IDEAL AND THE REALAnd full these truths eternalOer the yearning spirit steal,That the real is the the ideal is the real. She was damnd with the dower of beauty, sheHad gold in shower by shoulder and feet!—why, her two blessed feet, were so small,They could nest in this hand. Howqueenly,how gracious, how grand! She was all to me,—My present, my past, my eternity! She but lives in my dreams. I behold her nowBy shoreless white waters that flowd like a seaAt her feet where I sat; her lips pushd outIn brave, warm welcome of dimple and pout!T was aeons agone. By that river that ranAll fathomless, echoless, limitless, on. 70 h 0 i: 0lU Q o 0) X. kt. 0 Q. K. I 0 q: Q. G) (0.
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