Rainbow's End

By George Sterling

I found it not in the heavens — the loveliness wild and strange,
But near, a flower of the earth, a rose of sorrow and change.
Tho I turn my gaze to the dawn, or the sunset low in the skies,
The mysterious beauty of woman is ever in mine eyes.

There is no word for her wonder, her passion and tenderness.
Many the stars that pale, hut her star is never less.
Tho I hasten to hide myself in the lonely places of Art,
The mysterious beauty of woman is ever at my heart.

It is light where the rest is shadow; a mirage, but mirage is all.
Over the thunder of Time is the music of her call.
Tho I long for a land beyond, or dream of a dream's control,
The mysterious beauty of woman is ever in my soul.

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