On the Mount of Stone

Clark Ashton Smith

In rock-bound Arabia
Grows the myrrh and cassia
Lost altars burned to Alilat,
And spices that
The phoenix gathered for his pyre.

Laurel-leaves and laurel-blooms,
Dreams, and blood, and flowers
Dropped by Hermes-footed hours,
Feed the fire
Wherein my love consumes
On the mount of stone, and springs
Renewed with young auroral wings.

Printed from: www.eldritchdark.com/writings/poetry/409
Printed on: November 24, 2017