Subtitle

This blog's subtitle is from a public-domain poem by Leslie Curtis who wrote it in 1912.

Nevada

Nevada, my Nevada,  

A desert and a sky,  

A thousand miles of sagebrush  

To greet the weary eye.  

A thousand miles of sagebrush  

Upon a field of gold,  

A thousand miles of silence,  

A charm that's never old!  

Nevada, my Nevada,  

An endless inland sea  

Of alkali and sagebrush  

And winds forever free,  

Out of thy desert vastness,  

Out of thy deathly dust,  

There comes a lure that grips the heart  

And kills the wanderlust.  

A lure of length'ning shadows  

Of sunsets in the West  

Of winds forever sighing,  

That soothe the soul to rest.  

Nevada, my Nevada,  

Far from the haunts of men  

My weak and weary spirit  

Has found its own again.  

Out of thy desert vastness,  

Out of thy deathly dust,  

There comes a balm that heals the heart  

And kills the wanderlust.

"This poem is in the public domain, as it was published in 1912 (well before the 1928 cutoff for automatic public domain status in the United States)," according to Grok AI.