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 ...
IThe incognizable kings of Night, within their unrevealed abyssHave built them a metropolis against the kingdoms of the light.Its mountain-passing ...
By an alien dream despatched and drivenIn a land to strange stars given,Stars that summoned forth the moon,Singing a strange ...
So blind Orion, groping for the mornWith eyes uplift whereon forever hungInfinite burden and suspense of night,Had clomb the long ...
The pendulum, with brazen din,Proclaims the midnight; we beginTo call to mind, ironically,What uses we have made of thisDead day ...
Men say the gods have flown;The Golden Age is but a fading story,And Greece was transitory:Yet on this hill hesperian ...
Our blood is swayed by sunken moonsAnd lulled by midnights long foredone;We waken to a foundered sunIn Atlantean afternoons:Our blood ...
What nights retard thee, O Sirius !Thy light is as a spear,And thou penetratest themAs a warrior that stabbeth his ...
O'er dreamland gardens lulled and white In music leaned the langorous moonThe burden of the murmured night.Where amaranths and lillies ...
I rose in that hushed hour before the dawnUnveils its wonder old yet ever-new,When still the night lies languidly uponThe ...
Like the voice of a golden star,Heard from afar,Perishing beauty callsOut of the mist and rain;Like the song of a ...
Knowing the weariness of dreams, and days, and nights,The great and grievous vanity of joy and pain;Frail loves that pass, ...
Wherefore thy burden and thy toil, O Sun? Borne up the steep and hollow heavens afar Thy worlds retard thee, ...
Now as the twilight's doubtful intervalCloses with night's accomplished certainty,A wizard wind goes crying eerily,And on the wold misshapen shadows ...
Against my heart your heart is closed; you bid me go:What ways are left in all the world for love ...
By some strange antepast I have consumedIn a former star foregone the fruits of this;And frost and dust commingle in ...
Dark loom the ghauts against the stream and sky; The smoke doth rise and wind in columns grey;Red flare the ...
Supreme with night, what high mysteriarch-The undreamt-of god beyond the trinal noonOf elder suns empyreal-past the moonCircling some wild world ...
O Life, thou harlot who beguilest all!Beautiful in thy house, the golden world.Abidest thou, where Powers pinion-furledAnd flying Splendors follow ...
Who turns him from his earthly loveMust other lovers meet and prove:Through plunging lands careened from lightInto the crimson-starred abyss,He ...
From this my heart, a haunted Elsinore,I send the phantoms packing for thy sake:Sea-wind and sin walk now the halls; ...
You are the stately sunset,Departing with a hundred flames of amberBeyond the pinnacles of autumn pineAnd the tow mountainsThat bear ...
O world, thou art the form, the name, the symbol of my weariness:But, older than thy drooling god, mine ennui ...
Black are the berriesLaden with slumberOf nights that have no number.(Clark Ashton Smith)
Where nights are one with daysI roam the empty stony mazeThat stalled the Minotaur.(Clark Ashton Smith)
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