Raoul's Song

By George Sterling

From "Lilith"

            The birds have told their bliss.
And all too soon that ebbing music ends
On purple reach of streams where Twilight bends
            The brow to Evening's kiss.

            Turn thou as mute to mine!
For on the white Beginnings of thy breast
My brow and lips, idolatrous, would rest
            And know the hour divine.

            Now end the barren years.
The lucid evening star, a drop of dew
Hidden till sunsets rose had burned anew,
            Shines also in thy tears.

            Let not thy love delay,
Not silence hold our destinies apart;
For what thy beauty says unto my heart
            My heart can never say.

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