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 ...
One day, when summer suns were kind, I walked within my soul's domain, Where inner summer held its reign,And ...
Love, will you look with meUpon the phosphor-litten labor of the worm-Time's minister, who toils for his appointed term,And has ...
Though love had dreamt of soft eternitiesFor never-flagging pulses still to mete,Those minutes of our bliss were few and fleet.Breast-pillowed ...
I have calmed me with the thought of nothingness-who know that none shall evermore escapeFrom the world's dream and stand ...
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