George Sterling Poems
|122.||The First Food||1/4/2003|
|124.||The Black Vulture||1/4/2003|
|125.||Art And Life||4/7/2010|
|127.||As It Was In The Beginning||4/7/2010|
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As It Was In The Beginning
The royal word goes forth, and armies do
The work of devils. Agony and waste
Are on the world, and the grim legions haste
On the old war-roads that the Caesars knew.
Still gleams the dreadful stain of Waterloo,
On Time's accusing record unerased;
Gone are the ramparts that the Romans faced,
But these the heavens where their eagles flew.
Below the bleak and slowly shifting stars,
Man turns him in his madness, to reveal
His ancient folly and his ancient crime,
And on the tragic breast austere with scars
Re-girds the mail, and draws the hiked steel,
The Ashes In The Sea
N. M. F.
Whither, with blue and pleading eyes, --
Whither, with cheeks that held the light
Of winter's dawn in cloudless skies,
Evadne, was thy flight?
Such as a sister's was thy brow;
Thy hair seemed fallen from the moon --