A Valediction
Though the blown leaves arise and go,
The pines remain;
Though love and all his raptures pass,
Abideth pain.
Slowly I kiss thy muted mouth,
And turn in sorrow:
Perchance the closing earth will press
Thereon tomorrow.
Clark Ashton Smith
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