Poems by George Sterling

Untouched by crimson or by gold,
Its pure and fleeting marble rose
Beyond the wall of eastern ...

There seems no wind in all the land.
Austere against the fading light
I see a lonely cypress st...

Thou settest splendors in my sight, O Lord!
It seems as tho a deep-hued sunset falls
Forever o...

The world was full of the sound of a great wind out of the West,
And the tracks of its feet wer...

Let us go home with the sunset on our faces--
We that went forth at morn,
To follow on the win...

In backward vision, from the primal dusk
I saw them writhe, reptile and horné d asp,
...

Pure and argent, westward far,
Burns a solitary star,
Trembling as in doubt
If to linger, ...

The fog has risen from the sea and crowned
The dark, untrodden summits of the coast,
Where ro...

The night was on the world, and in my sleep
I heard a voice that cried across the dark:
"Give...