The Stranger at the Gate

By George Sterling

Speak, no word, lest Something hear!
Flaunt no flower, lest eyes awaken!
Though the garden seem forsaken
There is One to fear.

Sing no more the dreamy song!
Past the roses who is hidden?
What awaits the kiss forbidden
Love shall know ere long.

Hush you! In this Paradise
That we find so strange and lonely,
Love consents in silence only.
Touch and tear suffice.

Evening soon shall wake with rain
Voiceless tree and silent fountain.
Shadows of the distant mountain
Creep along the plain.

Seems the garden still so strange?
On the path that two are sharing,
One comes now with hands unsparing
And the face of Change.

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