Lake Tahoe.
From the deep tide that charms its sense
By a heart-worship so intense:
Oh, pale amethyst gem that shines,
Clasping the leafy crown that twines
The proud sierra's cold, pure brow—
Shine on, forever, fair as now!
Glow, many-tinted water, glow!
There is no brighter wave below—
The night, that mournfully forsakes,
Hath named thee sweetest lake of lakes.
By a heart-worship so intense:
Oh, pale amethyst gem that shines,
Clasping the leafy crown that twines
The proud sierra's cold, pure brow—
Shine on, forever, fair as now!
Glow, many-tinted water, glow!
There is no brighter wave below—
The night, that mournfully forsakes,
Hath named thee sweetest lake of lakes.
Lake Tahoe, sweetest Jake of lakes!
A thought of awe intense awakes
Within the heart that lingers where
Thy tranquil bosom slumbers fair,
Like a bright tear of pitying love,
Wept warm from heavens that lean above,
When the white stars come out to see
How lovely this hushed world can be;
And view, with tranced and wondering eyes,
Thee, looking upward to the skies,
So beautiful, they half forget
That earth is not an Eden yet—
I, in whose dreams thy beauty wakes,
Have named thee sweetest lake of lakes.
A thought of awe intense awakes
Within the heart that lingers where
Thy tranquil bosom slumbers fair,
Like a bright tear of pitying love,
Wept warm from heavens that lean above,
When the white stars come out to see
How lovely this hushed world can be;
And view, with tranced and wondering eyes,
Thee, looking upward to the skies,
So beautiful, they half forget
That earth is not an Eden yet—
I, in whose dreams thy beauty wakes,
Have named thee sweetest lake of lakes.
