“The pathway traced with blood and tears, and dust of all our father's dead, Whose backward footsteps, wandering, red, Fade to the mist of nameless years. (“The Testimony of the Suns”)” — George Sterling Copy Share Image
What silence rules the ghostly hours That guard the close of human sleep! — George Sterling Copy Share Image
Within its gates I heard the sound Of winds in cypress caverns caught Of huddling tress that moaned, and sought To whisper what their… — George Sterling Copy Share Image
“The pathway traced with blood and tears, and dust of all our father's dead, Whose backward footsteps, wandering, red, Fade to the mist of… — George Sterling Copy Share Image
“A little while, their hunger unfulfilled, The mothlike worlds flit 'round the guttering sun. ("Ephemera")” — George Sterling Copy Share Image
Thy Banners gleam a little, and are furled; Against thy turrets surge His phantom tow'rs; Drugged with his Opiates the nations nod, Refusing still… — George Sterling Copy Share Image
And starward drifts the stricken world, Lone in unalterable gloom Dead, with a universe for tomb, Dark, and to vaster darkness whirled. (“The Testimony… — George Sterling Copy Share Image
O Space and Time and stars at strife, How dreadful your infinity! Shrined by your termless trinity, How strange, how terrible, is life! (“The… — George Sterling Copy Share Image
And fragile is thy tenure of this world Still haunted by the monstrous ghost of God. ("To Science") — George Sterling Copy Share Image
“When sunset, like a crimson throat to hell, is cavernous... (“A Wine of Wizardry”)” — George Sterling Copy Share Image
The candle glimmers but an hour. The night Looms in its ancient hunger. Would you know The tragedy of human love and need? Gaze… — George Sterling Copy Share Image
