The Horizon

Clark Ashton Smith

Thou art the place our eager, hastening feet
May never reach, though far the quest is sped,
Though over land and sea our search is led.
Forever doth thy mystic line retreat.

Far-veiled in blue, when we arise at dawn
Thou beckonest, O one elusive, fair,
And we must follow through the morning air With hoping hearts, forever, ever on.

In purple and in gold we see, at eve
Thy distant barrier drawn across the west;
Yet still we shall pursue the weary quest, And thou, O luring one, will e'er deceive.

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