Appendix N 



The Author Addresses His Lady Love 

 IN TEHACHAPI 



Cold is the wind upon the mountain side 



(For she, my lady, she is far 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 me), 



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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