To Craig

By George Sterling

I need not now a vision's light and pow'r
    To tell what loveliness was their's of old,
    When Egypt's siren with her lures untold
Or Helen leaning from her eastern tow'r
Or Rosamund within her hidden bow'r
    The lords and kingdoms of the world controlled.
    Those were but dross before thy magic gold,
Earth to thy pearl, and nettles to thy flow'r.

All gracious things and delicate and sweet
Within the spaces of thy beauty meet:
    God hath set mystic jewels in thine eyes,
        And in thy face the rose of all romance,
        And in thy lyric voice, beyond mischance,
    Such chords as wake for Love in Paradise.

Written in Sag Harbor.

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