Within its gates I heard the sound Of winds in cypress caverns caught Of huddling tress that moaned, and sought To whisper what their roots had found. (โA Dream of Fearโ)
George SterlingAnd fragile is thy tenure of this world Still haunted by the monstrous ghost of God. ("To Science")
George SterlingO Space and Time and stars at strife, How dreadful your infinity! Shrined by your termless trinity, How strange, how terrible, is life! (โThe Testimony of the Sunsโ)
George SterlingAs a breath on glass, - As witch-fires that burn, The gods and monsters pass, Are dust, and return. (โThe Face of the Skiesโ)
George Sterling