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Clark Ashton Smith
A Dead City
The twilight reigns above the fallen noon / Within an ancient land, whose after-time / Lies like a shadow o'er its ruined prime.
A Dream Of Beauty
I dreamed that each most lovely, perfect thing / That Nature hath, of sound, and form, and hue - / The winds, the grass, the light-concentering dew,
A Live-Oak Leaf
How marvellous this bit of green / I hold, and soon shall throw away! / Its subtile veins, its vivid sheen,
A Song Of Dreams
A voice came to me from the night, and said, / What profit hast thou in thy dreaming / Of the years that are set
A Sunset
As blood from some enormous hurt / The sanguine sunset leapt; / Across it, like a dabbled skirt,
Atlantis
Above its domes the gulfs accumulate / To where the sea-winds trumpet forth their screed; / But here the buried waters take no heed -
Averted Malefice
Where mandrakes, crying from the moonless fen, / Told how a witch, with gaze of owl or bat / Found, and each root malevolently fat
Chant To Sirius
What nights retard thee, O Sirius! / Thy light is as a spear, / And thou penetratest them
Copan
Around its walls the forests of the west / Gloom, as about some mystery's final pale / Might lie its multifold exterior veil.
Fairy Lanterns
'Tis said these blossom-lanterns light / The elves upon their midnight way; / That fairy toil and elfin play
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