The Thralls Of Circe Climb Parnassus Poem by Clark Ashton Smith

The Thralls Of Circe Climb Parnassus



Between the mountain meadow and the pines
In one still wave the flowered azaleas clomb—
A billow laced and crested with pale foam
Unscattered by the balsam-bearing winds.

High-rearing on their miry haunches, where
Some grassy-bottomed tarn had sunk and died,
A black hog and his mate stood side by side,
Sniffing those elfin blossoms cool and fair.

Straying in new-found freedom, hungry still,
They had gone forth beneath the immaculate sky
Through fir-set fells beyond their broken sty

And lofty valleys, wild and aspen-grown. . .
As those who haply seek for husks and swill
Amid the flowers upon Parnassus blown.

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