George Sterling Long Poems
- 1. The Last Days
The russet leaves of the sycamore
Lie at last on the valley floor-
By the autumn wind swept to and fro
Like ghosts in a tale of long ago.
... - 2. The First Food
Mother, in some sad evening long ago,
From thy young breast my groping lips were taken,
Their hunger stilled, so soon again to waken,
But nevermore that holy food to know.
... - 3. A Legend Of The Dove
Soft from the linden's bough,
Unmoved against the tranquil afternoon,
Eve's dove laments her now:
“Ah, gone! long gone! shall not I find thee soon?”
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