Intimation (StC)

By George Sterling

O shall it be, O shall it be at last
    That thou wilt come with morning in thine eyes
    And lead me into utmost Paradise,
And with twain kisses seal forever fast
The portals to the miserable Past?
    Darling! thy holy face upon my skies
    Is evening star, and where the dawning lies
Thou art the star above its rose upcast!

Sweet, I have sought all visions fair and good,
    And seeking thro' the world have come to thee
        And known thee for my Eden evermore.
I seemed, when first before thy grace I stood,
    Like one who hears in dream beside the sea
        A surf of rapture on a spirit shore.

Written in Carmel.

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