The Unavailing

By George Sterling

Alas! these mad monotonies I cry,
    Seeking for love a music and a speech,
    Striving in untranslated pain to teach
My soul a tongue that, living, could not die!
How mute the clouds and stars upon the sky,
    And yet how great their anthem! On the beach
    Toward hills that cannot hear the billows reach.
And hearing, changeless were the hills' reply.

Earth and her voices babble or are still:
    So must it he forever. If it be
        That Heaven awaits, and all the harps thereof,
In strains angelic half our thoughts must thrill,
    In songs celestial half our ecstasy,
        In that eternal music half our love!

Glen Ellen.

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