Requiescat

Clark Ashton Smith

What was Love's worth,
Who lived with the roses ?—
Love that is earth,
And with earth reposes !

What was Love's wonder ?—
Scent of the flowers
After the thunder,
Thunder, and showers !

What were the breathless
Words that he said ?—
Love that was deathless,
Love that is dead !. . .

Echo hath taken
The song, and flown;
None shall awaken
Music and moan.

Buds and the flower,
All that Love found,
Last but an hour,
Strewn on his mound.

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Printed on: November 22, 2017