Clark Ashton Smith

I have calmed me with the thought of nothingness—
who know that none shall evermore escape
From the world's dream and stand illusionless.

In fancy I have leaned from Lethe's edge—
Knowing the driven dust will pass again
When the tomb has broke its sealed and marble pledge.

And I have smiled at the idleness of love—
Who find the swords of your unforgotten beauty
Posted before, behind me, and above.

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