Good Fellow: George Sterling

By Idella Purnell

On many nights carousers were a tangle
As wine flowed red at Coppa's Old Red Paint,
And for the while bright sinner and gay saint
Wore haloes tipped at one becoming angle.
On other nights the gray and dreaming city
Held close the poet's hours of amorous bliss,
The dawn woke brighter for his loving kiss,
The noon was quiet with his heart's deep pity.

But he has gone, and one good fellow less
Is gay at nights on San Francisco hills;
Young poets search elsewhere for kindliness;
And there are dawns when, as the gray fog fills
Each street with shadows, one shade more is there
To write a sweeter dreaming in the air.

Overland Monthly and Out West Magazine, Nov 1927, Volume LXXXV, Number 11, Pg, 338.