California sunshine, and other verses . No answer; but silence, silence,Save the cry of a lonely the summer breezes sighingThrough the tree tops was all Iheard. In yesterdays fair June the canyon, rock strewn and find the first wild columbinesWe had wandered at eventide. As swift as a bullet that fliesFrom gun to the heart of a deer;As crushing, stunning, and hopeless—Came to me the terrible fear.

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