And fragile is thy tenure of this worldStill haunted by the monstrous ghost of God.(“To Science”)
—George Sterling
The Face of the Skies”)
A little while, their hunger unfulfilled,The mothlike worlds flit ’round the guttering sun.(“Ephemera”)
A Dream of Fear”)
The Young Witch”)
A prison becomes a home when you have the key.
The Testimony of the Suns”)
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!
The Passing of Bierce”)
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