Love's Primacy

By George Sterling

Love, the one holiness—shall I resist
    His all-consuming flame, and dare to think
    That thus my soul has "broken any link
Of fleshly chains? For chains are all as mist
To those who turn from grosser chords to list
    Love's consecrating harmonies, and drink
    Where flowers tremble at his fountain's brink-
Pure as a lily that thy lips have kissed.

Nay! I will turn me to the evening stars
    (Some husht and jewelled dusk where roses die)
        And crave thy passion and the breath thereof.
Wasting my sou! on Time's investing bars,
    And bearing in the heart thou makest high
        That pain which is the shadow cast by Love.

San Francisco.

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