Poem by George Sterling

Aldebaran at Dusk

THOU art the star for which all evening waits—
    O star of peace, come tenderly and soon!
    As for the drowsy and enchanted moon,
She dreams in silver at the eastern gates
Ere yet she brim with light the blue estates
    Abandoned by the eagles of the noon.
    But shine thou swiftly on the darkling dune
And woodlands where the twilight hesitates.

Above that wide and ruby lake to-West
    Wherein the sunset waits reluctantly,
        Stir silently the purple wings of Night.
She stands afar, upholding to her breast,
    As mighty murmurs reach her from the sea,
        Thy lone and everlasting rose of light.

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