You are like the soul of woman Beloved San Francisco Bay. One never knows how changed your thoughts From those of yesterday. Surrounded by much beauty: Purple peaks and buildings tall, You are today quite happy; Tomorrow, not pleased at all. Ah, yes! I've seen your bosom So quiet and serene, And of all the beauties of the west, I have called you the queen. But when I saw you thrash about, Your bosom filled with sighs And all small craft pulled for the shore, I knew here danger lies. I've seen you look so placid That I've been somewhat riled, To think that you were planning Some poor soul to beguile. And then I've seen you beat the shore, Your bosom heave and sway, Until I knew it was because You could not have your way. The seagulls resting on your breast Have no fear of your wrath; Because strong wings will bear them up, Far from your wicked grasp. A saint and sinner, all in one, Your restless bosom calls And some will only see the saint— Some for the sinner fall. And so I say, oh gorgeous bay! You are of female sex. And on throughout eternity You will the male perplex. But when it suits you, you're so sweet, For in your bosom rests A great desire after all, To give man happiness. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE COUNTRY CLERGYMAN'S TRIP TO CAMBRIDGE; ELECTION BALLAD by THOMAS BABINGTON MACAULAY A CHILD'S SONG OF CHRISTMAS by MARJORIE LOWRY CHRISTIE PICKTHALL PASA THALASSA THALASSA by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON ARIEL'S SONG (1) [OR, DIRGE] [OR, A SEA DIRGE]. FR. THE TEMPEST by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE PENITENTIAL PSALM: 130. DE PROFUNDIS by THOMAS WYATT EPITAPHS by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |