Past Flesh and Soul

By George Sterling

Darling, if ne'er again, yet listenn now,
    Since now, forsaken of it all. I find
    'Tis not thy loveliness that holds me blind
To other beauty, as afar I bow
In faith and worship of a lover's vow—
    Nay, nor the lure and riches of thy mind.
    The marvel of the spirit well-divined
That hath her throne of light within thy b

Ah! not for each perfection do I call
    Thy love my kingdom and thyself my queen,
        But for a deeper goddess still more dear,
The mystery and essence of them all,
    The inner Thou, untouched, unheard, unseen—
        A subtle flame, a music, yea—a tear!


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