The Butterfly (Clark Ashton Smith Poems)
IO wonderful and wing?d flower,That hoverest in the garden-close,Finding, in mazes of the rose,The rapture of a summer hour !O ...
IO wonderful and wing?d flower,That hoverest in the garden-close,Finding, in mazes of the rose,The rapture of a summer hour !O ...
The pendulum, with brazen din,Proclaims the midnight; we beginTo call to mind, ironically,What uses we have made of thisDead day ...
Thy beauty is the warmth and languor of an orient autumn,Caressing all the senses-With light from skies of heavy azure,With ...
Thy beauty is the warmth and languor of an orient autumn,Caressing all the senses-With light from skies of heavy azure,With ...
Thy mouth is like a crimson orchid-flowerWhence perfume and whence poison rise unseenTo moons aswim in iris or in green,Or ...
By some strange antepast I have consumedIn a former star foregone the fruits of this;And frost and dust commingle in ...
Supreme with night, what high mysteriarch-The undreamt-of god beyond the trinal noonOf elder suns empyreal-past the moonCircling some wild world ...
The imperishable phantoms, Love and Fame,Nor Beauty, burning on the mist and mireA fugitive uncapturable fire,Nor God, that is a ...
In the desire of welded lips,Of heart on prone tumultuous heart,Abides no stronger thing than thisDread love that keeps our ...
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