Love Is Not Yours, Love Is Not Mine

Clark Ashton Smith

Love is not yours, love is not mine:
It is the tranquil twilight heaven
Through which our pauseless feet are driven
Into the vast and desert noon.

Love is not mine, love is not yours:
It is a flying fire that passes,
Perishing on the blind morasses
After the frail and perished moon.

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Printed on: March 17, 2018