Dream's Alchemy

By George Sterling

Wakeful ere dawn, I heard the mighty sweep
    Of everlasting pinions on the night,
    And turned to mark with vision-litten sight
What visitants were mine from midnight's keep;
Whereat one spake, colossal: "I am Sleep."
    The other: "I am Love." In equal might
    They stood, twain gods of shadow and of light,
Flown from eternal turrets of the Deep.

Then, as I watched, uncertain whom to hold
    My spirits' lord, their majesties were blent,
The vans of darkness and the wings of gold,
        The breasts and brows of peace or ecstasy-
    One god and star on slumber's firmament.
    One mystery 'or lo! I dreamt of thee!


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