My Songs

By George Sterling

Your beauty bids my spirit fare
    To heavens till now unknown;
Earth's voices in that lyric air
    Sink to an undertone.

The world's hard truths are there a lie,
    Its joys are foolish things;
To those who gain that pathless sky
    Their sorrows are their wings.

Debarred (nor ever at my will)
    From that domain of blue,
Some echo of its music still
    I strive to hold for you —

The murmur of a song remote,
    Too faint for men to heed,
Yet dear to you because I wrote,
    To me because you read.

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