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Clark Ashton Smith
The Balance
The world upheld their pillars for awhile - / Now, where imperial On and Memphis stood, / The hot wind sifts across the solitude
The Butterfly
I / O wonderful and wingèd flow'r, / That hoverest in the garden-close,
The Cherry-Snows
The cherry-snows are falling now; / Down from the blossom-clouded sky / Of zephyr-troubled twig and bough,
The Cloud-Islands
What islands marvellous are these, / That gem the sunset's tides of light - / Opals aglow in saffron seas?
The Dream-Bridge
All drear and barren seemed the hours, / That passed rain-swept and tempest-blown. / The dead leaves fell like brownish notes
The Eldritch Dark
Now as the twilight's doubtful interval / Closes with night's accomplished certainty, / A wizard wind goes crying eerily;
The Fugitives
O fugitive fragrances / That tremble heavenward / Unceasing, or if ye linger,
The Last Night
I dreamed a dream: I stood upon a height, / A mountain's utmost eminence of snow, / Whence I beheld the plain outstretched below
The Mad Wind
What hast thou seen, O wind, / Of beauty or of terror / Surpassing, denied to us,
The Masque Of Forsaken Gods
SCENE: / THE POET / What consummation of the toiling moon
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