On ebon headlands thrusting to the gloom
Of ancient seas grown self aware and dire,
Burns bright the flame from his tall slender pyre,
With frankincense and myrrh and rare perfume.
Below the steep cliff’s gulfs the boom, boom, boom
Of combers come to see that dancing spire,
And churn below that most stupendous fire,
Like mourners to some frequented high tomb.
His travels long ago have left this world
To soar among the oldest triple stars,
In spans of Space secluded and apart
Where star streams pale as milk will furl, unfurl,
Their distant glow like to wan white gold bars,
Which somehow soothe and gladden all the heart.
Author notes
Clark Ashton Smith 1893-1961, his poetry is one of the most closely guarded secrets in North America. http://eldritchdark.com/
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Closely guarded secrets huh, that's a funny way of putting it.
This is a lovely and very fitting poem. 
, Dannie
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A beautiful and appropriate tribute to a forgotten master. How sad that there are so many "mute and inglorious Miltons" created by the public's ignorance and indifference.
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"On ancient seas grown self aware and dire" What a wonderful and ultimately terrifying line! A beautiful and appropriate tribute to a neglected master! How sad that the public's and the publishers' ignorance has created "mute (mute because unknown) inglorious Miltons".
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