A Midnight

By George Sterling

The silent and insufferable night
    Lies round me like the sea about its dead.
    My hopes are fostered and my heart is fed
By gleam and glamour of thy face's light,
My final star of Fate and meed of sight.
    Thy love is like a glory round my head—
    A moon undarkened and a splendor shed
From life's last pinnacle and breathless height.

Ah! dearest! that my passion and its fire
    Might wrap thy bosom in ecstatic flame,
And crush thee to the breast of my desire,
    Yea! til! we cried with compensated breath:
        "God! I have lived! release me now to death!"


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