The Land of Fruitful Palms

Clark Ashton Smith

It is a land of fruitful palms and flowering myrtles, with winds that are gentle as the sighs of woman, and pearling fountains delicious as their laughter. On marble cliffs above the halcyonian seas, are ancient woods of cedar illumed by scarlet orchids. Roaming the moon-white sands, we shall come to little caverns in the hollow shore, where nereids have left a tribute of rosy pearls, and wreathes of the pale sea-lotus, lying on marble shallows by the baths of tepid azure...

Will you not meet me there, some day?

From: Strange Shadows: The Uncollected Fiction and Essays of Clark Ashton Smith. Ed. Steve Behrends, Donald Sidney-Fryer and Rah Hoffman. Greenwood Press 1989.

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Printed on: November 21, 2017