Rubaiyat of Saiyed

Clark Ashton Smith

I

I stood in the forsaken market-place
Of an old and long-forgotten ancient race;
Before the palace of some great Sultan
As the pale moon was seeking his lost face.

II

But think ye, that tomorrow I may be
As much forgotten an unmourned as he.
I, myself, in this mighty universe,
Am but a pebble in a boundless sea!

III


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Printed on: November 21, 2017