Resurrection
By George Sterling
How hath my heart become a sweet amaze!
A thousand thoughts, each sweeter than the last,
Regrets a thousand for the barren Past,
And hopes ten thousand for the future days—
Such hath my life become. On thee I gaze
As holds a worshipper his eyes upcast
To some fair saint; but lovelier, thou hast
No need of Heaven to shrine thee with its rays.
There lies a radiance upon thy brow,
Purer than aught in Paradise. Aye! thou
Dost bring God near to me, and stun my soul
With visions of His farther love and place, —
With tyrant dreams that startle and control
In surmise of thy beatific grace.
Written in Sag Harbor.