Illusion Poem by Clark Ashton Smith
Illusion
Oft have I seen the sunset-fires
Illume the slumbering fen's extreme,
With splendour like a seraph's dream,
Or the fair light the soul desires.
In avenues of cypress-gloom,
The graveyard-loving moon forlorn
Has often seemed a ghastly morn -
Or silver cerements on a tomb.
Monday, April 14, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: silver,sunset
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