PART FIVE

THE SOUTHWEST

I’ve stood in some mighty-mouthed hollow That’s plum-full of hush to the brim; I’ve watched the big, husky sun wallow In crimson and gold, and grow dim, Till the moon set the pearly peaks gleaming, And the stars tumbled out, neck and crop; And I’ve thought that I surely was dreaming, With the peace o’ the world piled on top.

—SERVICE