The Summer of the Gods
By George Sterling
Methought in dream I saw Ulysses bold—
Lured by strange music to the hidden West—
Pass onward in that memorable quest
Of islands where the demigods of old
Beyond the portals of Elysium hold
The twilight and the threnodies of rest.
Great gleamed the sunset upon ocean's breast
And all those urgent oars cast up its gold.
Hushed are the voices of the mythic dales
And lost the days whose dawn and eve of yore
Held yet a mystery whose kindly veils
Fell as a radiance on sea and shore,
Whose eastward moons and suns departing bore
A glory unto far, intrepid sails.
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