Love's Mercy

By George Sterling

The pains of Love are terrible and sweet!
    Let countless men in all their days and lands
    Appraise the gods, whether where Thule's sands
Debar the sea, or Egypt's weary feet
Pause for a night at Ammon's royal seat—
    They shall find Love the lord of all. He stands
    With heart unsparing and resistless hands,
Whose grace the mortals and the gods entreat

Alas his snares made cunning to enmesh!
    His whispers of thy passion that as whips
Scourge at the midnight my tormented flesh;
        Till flesh and sou! stand equal in their flame!
    O sovereign compassion of his lips,
        That make the morning holy with thy name!


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