The New Goddess

By George Sterling

Time was, indeed, O first of all things fair!
    When Nature stood in. queenship of my breast:
    Full-tenderly she led the winds to rest,
And flowers and dews were witness of her care;
I seemed to hear her whispers everywhere;
    The very heavens were lit at her behest,
    As tho' with lifted wings upon the West
A seraph clove the crimson-flooded air.

But now the mighty sunsets flare in vain,
And winds allegiant strew the mournful rain;
    Because of thee my heart is hungered fire.
        Alas! I wander at the land's extreme,
    Lost in irresolutions of desire
        And torn by hopes that gods might dread to dream!


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