Chapter XVI: Part FIVE: The Southwest

I’ve stood in some mighty-mouthed hollow
That’s plum-full of hush to the brim;
I’ve watched the big, husky sun wallow
In crimson and gold, and grow dim,
Till the moon set the pearly peaks gleaming,
And the stars tumbled out, neck and crop;
And I’ve thought that I surely was dreaming,
With the peace o’ the world piled on top.

—SERVICE