George Sterling - The Poets

I saw from Tamalpais die morning star
Herald the morning thro' her gates of gold
(Tho' yet the night reigned absolute and old,
And day seemed past recall, or most afar) ;
Whereat the hosts of light that cinctured are
In evanescent roses, and that hold
The vanguard of the dawn, uprising, rolled
To sea the twilight's grey, enormous bar.

Sons of the dawn! you whose exalted light
Foreruns the day, from an inviolate height
Your voices fall; for, set above your kind,
You see the morrow when the world gropes blind
In ancient darkness—ere the East is white,
And the new mornings strike from mind to mind.

George Sterling

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