From Arcady

By George Sterling

Goddess and holder of my heart in pawn!
    Hasten to me, for deep in Carmel pines
    Are dryad quietudes and shadowy shrines
Secluded for the worship of the faun.
O come! and we adown some moonlit lawn
    Will dance, and grace our brows with tawny vines,
    Where Autumn pours a witchery of wines
And ferny hollows wait the feet of Dawn.

And deeper yet amid the ancient trees
    There lies a bower that no foot has trod
        These many years—a couch whereon to dare
The stress and marvel of such ecstasies
    As never yet love's goddess and a god
        Woke on a bed of asphodel to share.


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