Lost in Light
By George Sterling
From citadels of dream I turn to see
How high the Morning builds her golden wall.
O city of the light! how purely fall
The jewels of thy far tranquillity,
Tho now thy glories but restore to me
The desert of my loneliness, nor all
The lure and grace of her whom now I call
Vainly as night its starshine lost in thee!
O goddess far for whom I know no bond!
O tears within the music! Face beyond
The sunset fallen en enchanted lands!
O wine no lips of passion may consume!
Return, O night! and with immortal hands
Rebuild for Love thy palaces of gloom!
Carmel.