Clark Ashton Smith (Кларк Эштон Смит)

The Morning Pool

    All night the pool held mysteries,
      Vague depths of night that lay in dream,
    Where phantoms of the pale-white stars
      Wandered, with darkness-tangled gleam.

    And now it holds the limpid light
      And shadeless azure of the skies,
    Wherein, like some enclaspèd gem,
      The morning's golden glamour lies.

1. Nero
2. The Star-Treader
3. Chant to Sirius

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