The Silent Fane

By George Sterling

There needs no spoken word to tell the pain
    And constancy of this the love I feel:
    Let Dawn her rose or Night her stars conceal,
Or centra! ocean hide its purple stain.
And all that whisper vanish from the rain;
    But love, my love, must evermore reveal
    Its flame of consecration and appeal,
And live adoring, tho it live alone.

My life and love are one, forever one,
    An undivided worship at thy shrine,
And each a shade cast by thy spirit's sun.
        O love and silence! one in mystery,
    As star-companions one in splendor shine,
        Or wind and moonlight mix above the sea!

San Francisco.

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