The Motes

Clark Ashton Smith

I saw a universe today:
Through a disclosing bar of light
The motes were whirled in gleaming flight
That briefly dawned and sank away.

Each had its swift and tiny noon;
In orbit-streams I marked them flit,
Successively revealed and flit.
The sunlight paled and shifted soon.

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Printed on: November 24, 2017