Dreamland
By George Sterling
Afar! afart O Sweet, to fly afar,
And drift entranced with dream-enfolded eyes
In some inviolable Paradise,
Remote and hidden from the hands that mar
And laes of littleness that strive to bar
Our breasts from love's divine and alien skies!
To lie with love's own bliss, beyond surmise,
About our hearts as midnight round a star!
To watch the sea below intenser moons
Whose lances tremble in abiding foams
Or break to starlight in the ocean-maze,
And couched upon the silver of the dunes
Bewitched to wait, the while my sprit roams
The mad and irised Heaven of thy gaze!
San Francisco.