To Thy Heart
By George Sterling
Believest thou in God? For sombre years
I said: "He is not! If He be, His hand
Is red with sinless blood, and His command
Decrees to man no harvest save of tears
His angels wander hateful thro' the spheres
A.nd we that hunger for a deathless land
Pass like the foam upon the midnight sand!
So to the stars I uttered halt my fear
So to the stars I stammered, full of dread.
Then, as a star where mist has been before
Thy heavenly face within my heart was set,
And doubt befell my doubtings, and I said:
"She is: shall not we be forevermore?
And love? And God?" Alas! I know not yet!
Glen Ellen.