Sonnet (Green)

Clark Ashton Smith

Green suns and suns of garnet I have known--
Turning,with suns that mock the sapphire-gem,
The constellated moons that mirror them
To ever-changing opals. On the flown
Horizons I have followed, all alone,
To meadows of mirage the deserts hem,
And sought to break the ghostly, golden stem
Of flowers of illusion, briefly blown
By evanescent waters. One by one,
The outward ways of wonder I have trod,
Through alien lives ineffable: But none
Hath held the troublous marvel and surprise
That gleams and trembles in thy slightest nod,
Or sleeps between thine eyelids and thine eyes.

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Printed on: November 25, 2017