From Arcady
By George Sterling
Goddess and holder of my heart in pawn!
Hasten to me, for deep in Carmel pines
Are dryad quietudes and shadowy shrines
Secluded for the worship of the faun.
O come! and we adown some moonlit lawn
Will dance, and grace our brows with tawny vines,
Where Autumn pours a witchery of wines
And ferny hollows wait the feet of Dawn.
And deeper yet amid the ancient trees
There lies a bower that no foot has trod
These many years—a couch whereon to dare
The stress and marvel of such ecstasies
As never yet love's goddess and a god
Woke on a bed of asphodel to share.
Carmel