Consolation

Clark Ashton Smith

Forget, forget, and be not sorrowful at all!
Ah, tend no more, in gardens of the terrene years,
This wormwood flowering tall with thy mellifluous tears.

Be glad! A fairer blossom blooms, chimerical,
A golden rose eloigned with vale on vale of blue
In realms beyond the sunset bourn of Xanadu.

Be glad! though here the skies are like a leaden wall!
For still in Saturn, from their isle septentrion,
The black swans fly to seek the jungles of the sun.

Forget, forget, and be not sorrowful at all!

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Printed on: November 22, 2017