Lost in Light

By George Sterling

From citadels of dream I turn to see
    How high the Morning builds her golden wall.
    O city of the light! how purely fall
The jewels of thy far tranquillity,
Tho now thy glories but restore to me
    The desert of my loneliness, nor all
    The lure and grace of her whom now I call
Vainly as night its starshine lost in thee!

O goddess far for whom I know no bond!
O tears within the music! Face beyond
    The sunset fallen en enchanted lands!
        O wine no lips of passion may consume!
    Return, O night! and with immortal hands
        Rebuild for Love thy palaces of gloom!


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