Love and Sorrow

By George Sterling

O goddess of my pain! to-night I kneel
    Before thine altar, silent and alone.
    For woe like this shall ever joy atone?
On gloom like this shall ever morning steal?
In the rackt flesh the famished senses reel;
    The night that heard my rapture hears my moan
    And shadows haunt me from a hell unknown.
Aye! so a star might suffer could it feel!

All this must change, I know, since worlds must change:
    Sorrow at last must hush her mournful harp
        Or Lethe's dew be cold upon my breast;
But now the dark is terrible and strange;
    The sword of my despair is bleak and sharp,
        And all my soul one shudder of unrest!

Carmel.

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