A Vision

By George Sterling

With dreams how splendid can the dark betray!
    Ere dawn, upon my right I saw thee stand,
    Foam of the silent seas of slumberland,
And lo! adoring, soon I heard thee say:
"I love thee as the poppies love the day,
    Which gone, they close, nor shall the moon's white hand
    Nor music of the choral stars expand
The bosoms faithful to the morning's ray."

Then, silence, as my vision in its stress
Broke with the passion of thy loveliness,
    And left my heart abandoned to the night.
        But ah! thine own at last shall guerdon me!
    Night hath her stars to grant, and Dawn her light,
        Spring hath her blossoms, and the future, thee!


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