Appendix N 



The Author Addresses His Lady Love 



In Tehachapi 



Cold is the wind upon the mountain side 



{For she, — my lady, — she is jar from me). 



White is the snow and thick the mists that hide 

 Thy face, Tehachapi! 



Stiffly the yuccas stand in mantles white 



{Garments unwonted, carried shiveringly). 



While desert cactus, sands, and storm unite, 

 Blending impartially. 



But not forever lingers Winter here 



{For there is always Summer in the heart), 



The south wind whispers, and the hills are clear, 

 The thick fog falls apart. 



The Summer's gentle touch shall never fail 



{Because, — my lady, — she will come to ine). 



Blue are the skies beyond the mists that veil 

 Thy face, Tehachapi! 



Madame Delicieuse 



I know she's coming, and the air around me 



Is warm and bright: 

 The little room is full to overflowing 



With softest light. 



No more the shadow of the winter lingers 



Across my heart; 

 For at the magic hidden in her fingers 



The clouds dispart. 



Now Care and Faction cannot come to vex me; 



Mine is the key 

 That locks the door to all unrest and passion 



While Life shall be. 



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