George Sterling Poems

I saw a mountain at the close of day,
Snow-crowned and lonely, where the after-glow
Lingered, the ghost of sunset, fading slow.
...

How still the hour!
Remote
The day-moon seems to float
Above the mountains. Hath a ghostly flow'
...

'Tis told of one whose feet awhile were led
Thro' Paradise, that when this earth again
Was his with all its unrequited pain,
...

Thy beauty is an altar where I kneel,
Thy soul the Heaven of my constant pray'r.
Darling, I find thine image everywhere,
...

Slow to the wanton sun's desire
The vestal-bosomed buds unfold,
Till poppies flaunt a silken fire,
And buttercups a glassy gold.
...

The hot, huge slumber of the silent day
Has left the listening world no word but peace.
The broken shadows cease,
...

'The Bones of Agamemnon are a show!'
And only yesterday I held in hand
That fossil resin from the Baltic strand—
The Miocene in mimic afterglow;
...

Thou art the star for which all evening waits-
O star of peace, come tenderly and soon
Nor heed the drowsy and enchanted moon,
...

There is no wind to stir the cypress tree.
Amber and chill the lucid sunset sank,
A wine the breathless lips of Evening drank.
...

Kindred to Art's creative school
Her sons discerning are:
So gleams within the glassing pool
The likeness of the star.
...