To Thy Heart

By George Sterling

Believest thou in God? For sombre years
    I said: "He is not! If He be, His hand
    Is red with sinless blood, and His command
Decrees to man no harvest save of tears
His angels wander hateful thro' the spheres
    A.nd we that hunger for a deathless land
    Pass like the foam upon the midnight sand!
So to the stars I uttered halt my fear

So to the stars I stammered, full of dread.
    Then, as a star where mist has been before
        Thy heavenly face within my heart was set,
And doubt befell my doubtings, and I said:
    "She is: shall not we be forevermore?
        And love? And God?" Alas! I know not yet!

Glen Ellen.

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