Fair on your hills, my City, <br /> Fair as the Queen of old, <br />Supreme in her seven-hilled splendor- <br /> You, from your Gate of Gold, <br />Facing the orient sunburst, <br /> Swathed in the sunset gleams, <br />Throned in an ultimate glory, <br /> City of mists and of dreams!<br /><br />Ina D. Coolbrith<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-san-francisco/
