The Morning Pool

Clark Ashton Smith

All night the pool held mysteries,
Vague depths of night that lay in dream,
Where phantoms of the pale-white stars
Wandered, with darkness-tangled gleam.

And now it holds the limpid light
And shadeless azure of the skies,
Wherein, like some enclasp├Ęd gem,
The morning's golden glamour lies.

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Printed on: November 18, 2017