George Sterling Poems

It's red and emerald beacons from the night
Draw human moths in melancholy flight,
With beams whose gaudy glories point the way
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Between the shadowy land and voiceless sea,
They met by twilight on the sterile coast.
Said Beauty: 'I am of eternity.
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O Trees! so vast, so calm!
Softly ye lay
On heart and mind today
The unpurchaseable balm.
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Within me (roguish brother!) lives a faun
Demure as any whom Arcadian bees
Made drowsy with their murmur, or the sea's
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The silver of the lyre
Cries, and thy silver feet
Like living flowers repeat
Thy body's silver fire.
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Craig! Craig! my Love irradiant and divine!
Here on the solitary sands I lie
And see afar the lingering sunset die,
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The womb of steel, with thunder and a moan
Released its burden, and the screaming shell
Swung up in flame above the heavens' Hell.
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Hope said: 'These are the sands that she shall tread
And this the sea whereon her gaze shall rest,
For she shall seek thee in the lordly West.
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Love, it is moonlight in they heavens now,
But here the sunset lingers in the west
Like scarlet domes of Avalon the Blest.
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When on war's wounded falls the final sleep,
How beautiful shall silence be to those
On whom till then the sounds of carnage close
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