A Valediction Poem by Clark Ashton Smith

A Valediction



Though the blown leaves arise and go,
The pines remain;
Though love and all his raptures pass,
Abideth pain.

Slowly I kiss thy muted mouth,
And turn in sorrow:
Perchance the closing earth will press
Thereon tomorrow.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Colleen Courtney 14 May 2014

So much emotion comes through this poem.

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