The Infinite Quest

Clark Ashton Smith

In years no vision shall aver,
In lands no dream may name,
Toward alien things what longings were,
And thence what languors came !

For each horizon straitly sought,
With fealty to the stars,
What death or weariness was bought,
What bitterness, what bars !

I waken unto years afar,
And find the quest made new
In Earth, that was perchance a star
Unto my former view.

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Printed on: November 24, 2017