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High-lying, sea-blown stretches of green turf, / Wind-bitten close, salt-colored by the sea, / Low curve on curve spread far to the cool sky, / And, curving over them as long they lie, / Beds of wild fleur-de-lys.
Wide-flowing, self-sown, stealing near and far, / Breaking the green like islands in the sea; / Great stretches at your feet, and spots that bend / Dwindling over the horizon's end,- / Wild beds of fleur-de-lys.
The light keen wind streams on across the lifts, / Thin wind of western springtime by the sea; / The close turf smiles unmoved, but over her / Is the far-flying rustle and sweet stir / In beds of fleur-de-lys.
And here and there across the smooth, low grass / Tall maidens wander, thinking of the sea; / And bend, and bend, with light robes blown aside, / For the blue lily-flowers that bloom so wide,- / The beds of fleur-de-lys.
THE PRESIDIO, SAN FRANCISCO.