Untitled Poem for G. von T.
By George Sterling
Jack London
Glenn Ellen
Sonoma Co, Cal.
USA
To G von T.
Beauty like thine is rapture to the eyes
And sorrow in the heart.
"Depart! Depart!
For she is not for thee" my spirit cries.
The gods that guard their secret evermore
Shape thus when they are glad.
Tho men are sad,
Yet must they see, and seeing thee, adore.
Strange girl, the gods have made thy love-
liness
Part of their mystery.
I go from thee
With dreams my very heart cannot confess,
As one who in the mirror of a pond
Beholds the evening star,
And knows how far
It's high reality's throned beyond.
August 1916.
Unpublished Poem in the private collection of Carl Rozycki. Used with permission.