Morning on An Eastern Sea

Clark Ashton Smith

A silken sea, a sea of damassin,
With figured foam as flowers wove therein,
Where all the winds walk lightly. From afar —
Clean-carven on the skies of cinnabar —
The palmy isles like azure malachite,
Along the horizon for a time retard
A morning fraught with frankincense and nard,
And purple fires, and amber-scented light,
And flame like flame of perfumes.

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Printed on: November 24, 2017