"Ed drives on, hardly knowing why, 
 Across the tall-spanned bridge. Unthinking, 
 He parks, and looks out past the strait, 
 The deep flood of the Golden Gate. 
 Subdued and silent, he surveys it-- 
 The loveliest city in the world. 
 No veiling words suffice to praise it, 
 But if you saw it as, light-pearled, 
 Fog-fingered, pinnacled, I see it 
 Across the black tide, you'd agree it 
 Outvied the magic of your own. 
 Even tonight, as Ed, alone, 
 Makes out Marina, plaza, tower, 
 Fort Point, Presidio--he feels 
 A benediction as it steals 
 Over his heart with its still power." 
 --5.7.11-5.8.12