A Castle in Spain 



The warm, sunny walls and red-tiled roofs, con- Color 

 trasting finely with our deep blue sky, blend into contrasts 

 the tawny hues of the California summer, while in 

 winter they stand out effectively against the green 

 foothills and farther mass of the Sierra Morena. In 

 the courts and arcades resides a special charm, 

 peculiarly compelling at sunset or when illumined 

 by the moon reputed to look bigger here than in 

 the disillusioned East. Something of all this grace 

 I once tried to express in a little poem to my wife: 



A CASTLE IN SPAIN 



There stands a castle in the heart of Spain, 

 Builded of stone, as if to stand for aye, 

 With tile-roof red against the azure sky; 

 And skies are bluest in the heart of Spain. 



Castle so stately men build not again; 

 'Neath its broad arches, in its patio fair, 

 And through its cloisters, open everywhere, 

 I wander as I will, in sun or rain. 

 Its inmost secret unto me is known, 

 For mine the castle is. Nor mine alone 

 'Tis thine, O Love, to have and hold alway; 

 'Tis all the world's as well as mine and thine; 

 For whoso enters its broad gate shall say: 

 "I dwell within this castle: it is mine." 



The University's main avenue of approach, a mile rbt 

 long, passes through the Arboretum, an interesting Arboretum 

 and delightful feature of the Campus. This occu- 

 pies a generous tract of level ground between the 

 Quadrangle and the state highway following the old 

 "Camino Real," originally a bridle trail connecting 

 the Mission of Santa Clara with that of San Fran- 

 cisco de Los Dolores. In addition to many fine 

 native live oaks, the Arboretum contains a choice 



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