THE TIDES OF CHANGE
by: George Sterling (1869-1926)
is Beauty fashioned? Canst thou deem
- Her evanescent roses bourgeon save
- Within the sunlight tender on her grave?
- Awake no winds but bear her dust, a gleam
- In morning's prophecy or sunset's dream;
- And every cry that ever Sirens gave
- From islands mournful with the quiring wave
- Was echo of a music once supreme.
- All æons, conquests, excellencies, stars,
- All pain and peril of seraphic wars,
- Were met to shape thy soul's divinity.
- Pause, for the breath of gods is on thy face!
- The ghost of dawns forgotten and to be
- Abides a moment in the twilight's grace.
POEMS BY GEORGE STERLING
"The Tides of Change"
is reprinted from The House of Orchids and Other Poems.
George Sterling. San Francisco: A. M. Robertson, 1911.