The Summer of the Gods

By George Sterling

    Methought in dream I saw Ulysses bold—
    Lured by strange music to the hidden West—
Pass onward in that memorable quest
Of islands where the demigods of old
    Beyond the portals of Elysium hold
    The twilight and the threnodies of rest.
Great gleamed the sunset upon ocean's breast
And all those urgent oars cast up its gold.

Hushed are the voices of the mythic dales
    And lost the days whose dawn and eve of yore
Held yet a mystery whose kindly veils
    Fell as a radiance on sea and shore,
    Whose eastward moons and suns departing bore
A glory unto far, intrepid sails.

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