The Eternal Visitant

By George Sterling

Love, of whose bliss I dreamt, at last is mine,
    Mine evermore in fealty to guard,
    Mine evermore to contemplate unmarred,
Knowing its domination is divine.
O gracious sanctuary! lonely shrine
    Whose roof with orbs of amethyst is starred,
    Whose gate with gold and crysophrase is barred,
Before whose blaze the swords angelic shine!

These many years I sought thee, holy flame—
    Thou star oŁ evening o'er the purple walls
        Of dreamland cities girdled by the deep!
    Thou comest now as lucently as came
    Endyrnion's moon, and tenderly as falls
        The kiss of Silence on the brows of Sleep.


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