The Messengers Poem by Clark Ashton Smith

The Messengers



Catching a little wind's unrest,
The dandelion-crests dissolve,
Where swooping wings of air involve
And lift them to a scattered quest.

Snared in the tangled zephyr-coil,
They try the day to hidden ends—
The messengers that Beauty sends
With words of waking to the soil.

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