The Joys Unchanging

By George Sterling

The stars' communion, and the Night's pure pow'rs,
    The cry of Music and her mystery,
    The sweep and domination of the sea,
The ever-blessed faces of the flow'rs
Lifted to Spring's reanimating show'rs.
    And Slumber's consolation, and the free
    Elysian winds—they mock satiety,
Nor loose their magic with the cloying hours.

From these Time steals no glory.  As of old
Their bliss and charm depart not, but enfold,
    As vaster things, the spirit.  Years efface
        Our pomps, but here no disenchantment mars.
    Remains one other thing that shares their grace:
        The words, "I love thee!"  Such are as the stars.


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