In tears I tossed my coin from Trevi's edge. A coin unsordid as a bond of love-- And, with the instinct of the homing dove, I gave to Rome my rendezv…

- Robert Underwood Johnson

They know who keep a broken tryst, Till something from the Spring be missed We have not truly known the Spring.

- Robert Underwood Johnson

Beauty, the smile of God, Music, His voice.

- Robert Underwood Johnson

He is likely to remain the one historian of the Sierra; he imported into his view the imagination of the poet and the reverence of the worshipper....…

- Robert Underwood Johnson