Clark Ashton Smith
Clark Ashton Smith Poems
|601.||Wings Of Perfume||5/17/2014|
|603.||Winter Moonlight (The)||5/17/2014|
|606.||Wizard's Love (Latter Manuscript Version)||5/17/2014|
|607.||Ye Shall Return||4/29/2014|
|609.||You Are Not Beautiful||5/26/2014|
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The Hashish Eater -Or- The Apocalypse Of Evil
Bow down: I am the emperor of dreams;
I crown me with the million-colored sun
Of secret worlds incredible, and take
Their trailing skies for vestment when I soar,
Throned on the mounting zenith, and illume
The spaceward-flown horizons infinite.
Like rampant monsters roaring for their glut,
The fiery-crested oceans rise and rise,
By jealous moons maleficently urged
To follow me for ever; mountains horned
With peaks of sharpest adamant, and mawed
With sulphur-lit volcanoes lava-langued,
Usurp the skies with thunder, but in vain;
And continents of ...
Sweet Lesbia,when our love is done,
Leave no reproachful shade or blot,
No least reproof, on all or aught
That made us twain, that made us one.
Say only, love has lived his hour
Blameless as any rose's bloom:
And faultless now his fated doom
As is the dying of the flower.