By George Sterling

Afar! afart O Sweet, to fly afar,
    And drift entranced with dream-enfolded eyes
    In some inviolable Paradise,
Remote and hidden from the hands that mar
And laes of littleness that strive to bar
    Our breasts from love's divine and alien skies!
    To lie with love's own bliss, beyond surmise,
About our hearts as midnight round a star!

To watch the sea below intenser moons
    Whose lances tremble in abiding foams
        Or break to starlight in the ocean-maze,
And couched upon the silver of the dunes
    Bewitched to wait, the while my sprit roams
        The mad and irised Heaven of thy gaze!

San Francisco.

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