Kindred

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
 Where that unalterable waste expands
 In sevenfold sapphire from the mournful sands,
And saw beyond the deep a vibrant spark.

There sank the sun Arcturus, and I thought:
  Star, by an ocean on a world of thine,
   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?