Letter from John Muir to J[oseph] C. Powell, 1901 Oct 15.
"Fair blooming shrubbery here Holds but short life through the years, The prim Lonicera is sweet Its bloom life is here a rich treat: - But of this lone-ice-era I'm tired & weary And I long other flowers to greet."Then John rose from the glacier - Stretch'd out his full measu...
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| Summary: | "Fair blooming shrubbery here Holds but short life through the years, The prim Lonicera is sweet Its bloom life is here a rich treat: - But of this lone-ice-era I'm tired & weary And I long other flowers to greet."Then John rose from the glacier - Stretch'd out his full measure, And down 10,000 feet, it did seem He slid on his beam, And with [boulders?] a score; Like mad, they all tore And landed on [Yunka's?] fair stream!And he fast walk'd & ran As Muir always can, Leaving glaciers, & mountains, & trees Together, in masses, to freeze, Making his way Toward the ocean bay Thence South, more than 20 degrees.And on Wednesday night-last He most solemnly cast His arctic thermometer And a[illegible]id barometer In a cold grave On the heartless wave And took to a gynephilometer. https://scholarlycommons.pacific.edu/jmcl/39721/thumbnail.jpg |
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