At the Grand CañonAuthor(s): George SterlingSource: Poetry, Vol. 1, No. 3 (Dec., 1912), p. 76Published by: Poetry FoundationStable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/20569660 .

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POETRY: A Magazine of Verse

AT THE GRAND CANON

Thou settest splendors in my sight, 0 Lord! It seems as tho' a deep-hued sunset falls Forever on these Cyclopean walls

These battlements where Titan hosts have warred, And hewn the world with devastating sword,

And shook with trumpets the eternal halls Where seraphim lay hid by bloody palls

And only Hell and Silence were adored.

Lo! the abyss wherein great Satan's wings Might gender tempests, and his dragons' breath

Fume up in pestilence. Beneath the sun Or starry outposts on terrestrial things,

Is no such testimony unto Death Nor altars builded to Oblivion.

George Sterling

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