George Sterling

(1869-1926 / United States)

At Noon - Poem by George Sterling

How still the hour!
The day-moon seems to float
Above the mountains. Hath a ghostly flow'
Of Heaven released a petal-flake to drift
Hither, thro' some blue rift?

Ah! that the wind
Took wing!
That here a thrush might sing!
Rapture I seek, and grief alone I find,
Where quiet is, and forest-shadows fall
Compassionate of all.

O thou mine own—
O Love!
For what I know not of
I wait unhappy, and I wait alone.
Far is thy solitary rose, and far
The mystic evening-star.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 7, 2010

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