ALDEBARAN AT DUSK
by: George Sterling (1869-1926)
- HOU art
the star for which all evening waits--
- O star of peace, come tenderly and soon
- Nor heed the drowsy and enchanted moon,
- Who dreams in silver at the eastern gates
- Ere yet she brim with light the blue estates
- Abandoned by the eagles of the noon.
- But shine thou swiftly on the darkling dune
- And woodlands where the twilight hesitates.
- Above that wide and ruby lake to-West,
- Wherein the sunset waits reluctantly,
- Stir silently the purple wings of Night.
- She stands afar, upholding to her breast,
- As mighty murmurs reach her from the sea,
- Thy lone and everlasting rose of light.
POEMS BY GEORGE STERLING
"Aldebaran at Dusk" is
reprinted from The House of Orchids and Other Poems. George
Sterling. San Francisco: A. M. Robertson, 1911.