George Sterling

Poems (4)

• 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— …