| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917. |
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| 351. Omnia Exeunt in Mysterium |
| | | By George Sterling |
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| THE STRANGER in my gates—lo! that am I, | |
| And what my land of birth I do not know, | |
| Nor yet the hidden land to which I go. | |
| One may be lord of many ere he die, | |
| And tell of many sorrows in one sigh, | 5 |
| But know himself he shall not, nor his woe, | |
| Nor to what sea the tears of wisdom flow; | |
| Nor why one star is taken from the sky. | |
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| An urging is upon him evermore, | |
| And though he bide, his soul is wanderer, | 10 |
| Scanning the shadows with a sense of haste— | |
| Where fade the tracks of all who went before: | |
| A dim and solitary traveller | |
| On ways that end in evening and the waste. | |
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