The Inexorable Hour

By George Sterling

Methought the Spirit of the Night took form
    And stood before me with despotic brow,
    Crying: "Thy love's embrace allures thee
And now the haven of her breast is warm,
And still her star is empress of the swarm
    My wings o'ershadow. Make her then thy vow.
    Still to the heaven's of her beauty bow
And orbs the angels of my House shall storm!

Yea! list awhile the love-linkt words she saith,
    Which bar my dreadful music from thine ears;
But I am sister of unsparing Death,
        And soon my hands shall hold her dust and thine—
    The harvest of annihilating years
        When seas are stilled and suns no longer shine!"

Written in Carmel.

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