O Space and Time and stars at strife, How dreadful your infinity! Shrined by your termless trinity, How strange, how terrible, is life! (“The Testimo…

- George Sterling

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 th…

- George Sterling

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…

- George Sterling

And fragile is thy tenure of this world Still haunted by the monstrous ghost of God. ("To Science")

- George Sterling

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

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.

- George Sterling

And starward drifts the stricken world, Lone in unalterable gloom Dead, with a universe for tomb, Dark, and to vaster darkness whirled. (“The Testimo…

- George Sterling

The cool, grey city of love.

- George Sterling

The candle glimmers but an hour. The night Looms in its ancient hunger. Would you know The tragedy of human love and need? Gaze on the stars, then on…

- George Sterling