The Unattainable

By George Sterling

In love's wild desperation of desire
    I seek thee, I adore thee!    Sweet, my hands
    Would fain despoil high Paradise, or lands
Of rapture unattainable. I tire—
I and my dreams—before the vision dire
    Of thine infinitude. The mournful strands
    Of life's dim ocean reach their foam-set sands
For one white chord of Love's angelic lyre.

I cannot name thee. Lo! the hands of God,
    Moulding thy marvel, wrought my worshipping.
        Ah! what am I without thee, thou mine own?
The far, forgotten ways my feet have trod
    Had naught of worth nor honor save to bring
        This heart of adoration to thy throne.

Written in Carmel.

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