George Sterling

(1869-1926 / United States)

- Poem by George Sterling

In Carmel pines the summer wind
Sings like a distant sea.
O harps of green, your murmurs find
An echoing chord in me!
On Carmel shore the breakers moan
Like pines that breast the gale.
O whence, ye winds and billows, flown
To cry your wordless tale?

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 7, 2010



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