Witter Bynner - The Hills of San José lyrics

I look at the long low hills of golden brown With their little wooded canyons And at the haze hanging its beauty in the air - And I am caught and held, as a ball is caught and held by a player Who leaps for it in the field. And as the heart in the breast of the player beats toward the ball, And as the heart beats in the breast of him who shouts toward the player, So my heart beats toward the hills that are playing ball with the sun, That leap to catch the sun And throw it to other hills - Or to me!