The Messengers

Clark Ashton Smith

Catching a little wind’s unrest,
       The dandelion-crests dissolve,
       Where swooping wings of air involve
And lift them to a scattered quest.

Snared in the tangled zephyr-coil,
       They try the day to hidden ends—
       The messengers that Beauty sends
With words of waking to the soil.

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