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. Chant to Sirius
2. The Star-Treader
3. Nero
4. The Mad Wind
5. Song to Oblivion

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