To Xavier Martinez

By George Sterling

                      Painter

Poet, whose song leaves nothing more to say
    Except the mystery beyond all song,
    To thee that light and sight of Art belong
Which, searching Nature with a crystal ray,
Reveal in iris the rejected clay.
    Visions august have made thy heart too strong
    To need the fleeting plaudits of the throng,
And thou hast seen the choral stars by day

Thy touch can turn all things to loveliness—
    A solemn beauty, delicate and strange,
A secret that we love too well to guess.
        The goddess lingers long above thy dreams,
    Hearing beyond this world of death and change,
        The lyres that glimmer by immortal streams.

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