| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Kindred | | By George Sterling |
| | | MUSING, between the sunset and the dark, | |
| As Twilight in unhesitating hands | |
| Bore from the faint horizon’s underlands, | |
| Silvern and chill, the moon’s phantasmal ark, | |
| I heard the sea, and far away could mark | 5 |
| Where that unalterable waste expands | |
| In sevenfold sapphire from the mournful sands, | |
| And saw beyond the deep a vibrant spark. | |
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| There sank the sun Arcturus, and I thought: | |
| Star, by an ocean on a world of thine, | 10 |
| May not a being, born like me to die, | |
| Confront a little the eternal Naught | |
| And watch our isolated sun decline— | |
| Sad for his evanescence, even as I? | | | | |
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