George Sterling - At Midnight

George Sterling - At Midnight

Cast round me now your arms' cool wreath of white br Forget the day's far wakening, and lie br More close! Without, the weary world goes by, br Hawking its cheats and nostrums in the night br br Be wise a-sudden, giving not a glance br To any anodyne its dupes prescribe br Art, lore, gold, fame and power, each tinsel bribe br That turns the flesh from its inheritance. br br This is the only wealth, the only goal br Where one shall stand unhoodwinked for a space, br Gazing upon the Truth with tranquil face,— br Daring to show Life's pitfalls to the soul. br br Take payment now for all accurséd hours, br All pain and waste and dreariness, all care! br These are the moments purchased by despair, br And this the joy to which thy sorrow flow'rs. br br Wrench from the niggard Fates thy ransomed bliss! br Accept the breathless transports that atone, br With toils the gods were glad to find their own, br And seas of sense that thunder at a kiss.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-10

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