George Sterling
A prison becomes a home when you have the key.Collection: Philosophy
Let him who is worthy by reason of his clear eye and unjaded heart wander across these borders of beauty and mystery and be glad.Collection: Heart
Thy Banners gleam a little, and are furled; Against thy turrets surge His phantom tow'rs; Drugged with his Opiates the nations nod, Refusing still the beauty of thine hours; And fragile is thy tenure of this world Still haunted by the monstrous ghost of God.Collection: Atheism
What silence rules the ghostly hours That guard the close of human sleep!Collection: Sleep
As a breath on glass, - As witch-fires that burn, The gods and monsters pass, Are dust, and return. (“The Face of the Skies”)Collection: Fire
The cool, grey city of love.Collection: Cities
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. (“A Dream of Fear”)Collection: Dream
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”)Collection: Stars
And starward drifts the stricken world, Lone in unalterable gloom Dead, with a universe for tomb, Dark, and to vaster darkness whirled. (“The Testimony of the Suns”)Collection: Dark
And fragile is thy tenure of this world Still haunted by the monstrous ghost of God. ("To Science")Collection: Atheism