What silence rules the ghostly hoursThat guard the close of human sleep!(-œThe Testimony of the Suns-)– George Sterling
Where got she her sullen mouthAnd where her swaying form?Would she live on eggs and applesWhen the blood of men is warm?(-œThe Young Witch-)– George Sterling
As a breath on gl???, -As witch-fires that burn,The gods and monsters p???,Are dust, and return.(-œThe Face of the Skies-)– George Sterling