“ A little while, their hunger unfulfilled,The mothlike worlds flit 'round the guttering sun.(Ephemera) ”
A prison becomes a home when you have the key.
~ George Sterling
And fragile is thy tenure of this worldStill haunted by the monstrous ghost of God.(To Science)
And starward drifts the stricken world,Lone in unalterable gloomDead, with a universe for tomb,Dark, and to vaster darkness whirled.(“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!