THE TIDES OF CHANGE

by: George Sterling (1869-1926)

      HEREWITH 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.

"The Tides of Change" is reprinted from The House of Orchids and Other Poems. George Sterling. San Francisco: A. M. Robertson, 1911.

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