November Twilight

Clark Ashton Smith

November's winy sunset leaves,
Deep in the silver heavens far,
One ruby-hearted star
That lit the summer's moon-forsaken eves.

Under its ray, remote, alone,
Ascends upon the ashen gloom
The ghostly faint perfume
From autumn's grey, forgotten roses flown.

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Printed on: February 22, 2019