George Sterling
Poems (4)
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A Legend of the Dove
soft from the linden’s bough, / Unmoved against the tranquil afternoon, … -
Kindred
Musing, between the sunset and the dark, / As Twilight in unhesitating hands … -
Omnia Exeunt in Mysterium
The stranger in my gates—lo! that am I, / And what my land of birth I do not know, … -
The Last Days
The russet leaves of the sycamore / Lie at last on the valley floor— …