“The pathway traced with blood and tears,and dust of all our father's dead,Whose backward footsteps, wandering, red,Fade to the mist of nameless years.(“The Testimony of the Suns”)”
George Sterling“A prison becomes a home when you have the key.”
George Sterling“Or sit they girt by laws unknownWhereto the senses serve as bars –With fire of unrecorded starsThat light a heaven not our own?(“The Testimony of the Suns”)”
George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror“What silence rules the ghostly hoursThat guard the close of human sleep!(“The Testimony of the Suns”)”
George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror“Within its gates I heard the soundOf winds in cypress caverns caughtOf huddling tress that moaned, and soughtTo whisper what their roots had found.(“A Dream of Fear”)”
George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror“A little while, their hunger unfulfilled,The mothlike worlds flit 'round the guttering sun.("Ephemera")”
George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror“The pathway traced with blood and tears,and dust of all our father's dead,Whose backward footsteps, wandering, red,Fade to the mist of nameless years.(“The Testimony of the Suns”)”
George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror“O Space and Time and stars at strife,How dreadful your infinity!Shrined by your termless trinity,How strange, how terrible, is life!(“The Testimony of the Suns”)”
George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror“As a breath on glass, -As witch-fires that burn,The gods and monsters pass,Are dust, and return.(“The Face of the Skies”)”
George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror“Till her appointed course be run;Till on the darkness faint her breathFlown to the silent void, and DeathSit crowned upon the ashen sun.(“The Testimony of the Suns”)”
George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror“The candle glimmers but an hour. The nightLooms in its ancient hunger. Would you knowThe tragedy of human love and need?Gaze on the stars, then on a brother's face!”
George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror