THE HUNTRESS OF STARS
by: George Sterling (1869-1926)
- ELL me,
O Night! what horses hale the moon!
- Those of the sun rear now on Syria's day,
- But here the steeds of Artemis delay
- At heavenly rivers hidden from the noon,
- Or quench their starry thirst at cisterns hewn
- In midnight's deepest sapphire, ere she slay
- The Bull, and hide the Pleiades' dismay,
- Or drown Orion in a silver swoon.
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- Are those the stars, and not their furious eyes,
- That now before her coming chariot glare?
- Is that their nebulous, phantasmal breath
- Trailed like a mist upon the winter skies,
- Or vapors from a Titan's pyre of death--
- Far-wafted on the orbit of Altair?
"The Huntress of the Stars"
is reprinted from The House of Orchids and Other Poems.
George Sterling. San Francisco: A. M. Robertson, 1911. |
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