No Stranger Dream

Clark Ashton Smith

One rapid gesture of a supple arm
Has made your beauty strange and fabulous:
Mystery folds you and reveals you, thus
Weaving anew the seven-circled charm.

Love needs no stranger dream: your face calls back
The feet that flying Lemures have drawn
To years beyond the darkness and the dawn;
And thrusts afar the impending Zodiac.

He that has been the pilgrim of dark shrines,
And sued the silver wraith of Baaltis,
Would ask no wonder more arcane than this:—

To watch, in a place of summer grass and pines,
The spangled spectrum somnolently spun
In your deep hair by the seaward-turning sun.

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Printed on: November 22, 2017