| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | At the Grand Cañon | | By George Sterling |
| | | THOU settest splendors in my sight, O 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, | 5 |
| And shook with trumpets the eternal halls | |
| Where seraphim lay hid by bloody palls | |
| And only Hell and Silence were adored. | |
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| Lo! the abyss wherein great Satan’s wings | |
| Might gender tempests, and his dragons’ breath | 10 |
| Fume up in pestilence. Beneath the sun | |
| Or starry outposts on terrestrial things, | |
| Is no such testimony unto Death | |
| Nor altars builded to Oblivion. | | | | |
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