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 ...
Rathe summer had sered the grass in which he layUnder the little shadeThe live-oak made,While things remembered and foregone,Loves from ...
The pendulum, with brazen din,Proclaims the midnight; we beginTo call to mind, ironically,What uses we have made of thisDead day ...
Love, will you look with meUpon the phosphor-litten labor of the worm-Time's minister, who toils for his appointed term,And has ...
Thine eyes are opals through some veiling vapor seen:Mysterious changeful, are they blue or grey or green?Dream they of death ...
If passing sometimebeside my gravethy love would awakenthe soul once mine,thou wilt see a birdon a cypress perched:then speak with ...
Full-ripened on the bough,Pends the bright apple now,And the lees fall from out the unclouded wine.These memories that returnPour from ...
O gentlest love, I have not playedFor you upon the lute of jade;Nor on that fabulous bassoonWrought from the horns ...
Ah, suffer that my songTo thee alone belong:No dearer happiness my heart would chooseThan thus to cast, O sweet,Each measured ...
Blind with your softly fallen hair,I turn me from the twilight air;And, ah, the wordless tale of loveMy lips upon ...
Like the voice of a golden star,Heard from afar,Perishing beauty callsOut of the mist and rain;Like the song of a ...
My love is the flame of an unfading autumn,It is the flare of unconsuming leavesIn an ecstasy of halcyonian space ...
From the sad leaves withdrawn,Remote, estranged and cold,Forgetful autumn's goldAlone abides in some December dawn.Tearless and clear and chillAs eyes ...
My days are as a garden, where the dustOf acrid fruits of Sodom sows the ground,And bows vermillion lillies lofty-crowned,Or ...
What voice, O vengeful Anteros,Has called thee from the seedless weald?-Dark sower of the tares of lossAmid the foison of ...
Because of thee immortal Love hath died:Because thy wilful heart will not believe,Thy hands and mine a thorny crown must ...
Ah, woe is me, for Love hath lain asleep,Hath lain too long in some Circean close-Till on his dreaming wings ...
White Beauty, bending from a throne sublime,Hath claimed my lips with kisses keen as snow:Now through my harp the tremors ...
By some strange antepast I have consumedIn a former star foregone the fruits of this;And frost and dust commingle in ...
O Love, thou Judas of the martyred soul!Thou pandar to the painted harlot, Life !The rankest lies wherewith thy heart ...
Whatever alien fruits and changeling facesAnd pleasances of mutable perfumeThe flambeaux of the senses shall illumeAmid the night-furled labyrinthine spaces,In ...
Black dreams; the pale and sorrowful desireWhose eyes have looked on Lethe and have seen,Deep in the sliding ebon tide ...
Sculptor of demons and of goddesses,I chisel also an eidolon of lovein ebony, adorning him with black rosesthat bear the ...
The imperishable phantoms, Love and Fame,Nor Beauty, burning on the mist and mireA fugitive uncapturable fire,Nor God, that is a ...
These are enchanted mirrors that I bring,By demons wrought from metals of the moonTo burnished forms of lune or plenilune:Therein ...
For pity, not for love(Because you loved me so)With undesirous lipsI kissed you long ago.You were not over-fair;And surely it ...
Lightly kiss and lightly passEre the sleeping Love shall wake;Nimble-footed, lean and takeBlossoms from a blind morass.Past the dragon coiled ...
Surely these muted days are one with days remembered,This necromantic sun is an evocationOf suns whereunder we have walked before:For ...
I have calmed me with the thought of nothingness-who know that none shall evermore escapeFrom the world's dream and stand ...
Life is a tale half told,Love is a broken song;Beauty, besought so longIs a legend lost and old.Winter and silence ...
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