Lament For Vixeela Poem by Clark Ashton Smith
Lament For Vixeela
Thy name, an invocation, calls to light
Dead moons, and draws from overdated night
The rosy-bosomed spectre of delight.
Like some delaying sunset, brave with gold,
The glamors and the perils shared of old
Outsoar the shrunken empire of the mould.
[c. 1953-54]
Monday, April 14, 2014
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