The Cool, Grey City of Love

The winds of the Future wait
At the iron walls of her Gate,

And the western ocean breaks in thunder,
And the western stars go slowly under,
And her gaze is ever West
In the dream of her young unrest.
Her sea is a voice that calls,
And her star a voice above,
And her wind a voice on her walls—
My cool, grey city of love.

George Sterling (1869–1926)


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