Gossamer-frail, the moon
Goes down the skies of days;
Vague winds are on the noon,
Blown from the wandering vales
of cloudland far away.
They come, and hardly stir
The dell-grown grasses high;
But in the pine and fir,
As in my musing heart,
I hear a tender sigh.
Fragile as dreams, afloat
Between the earth and skies,
Beyond serene, remote,
Blue-folded hills the fair
And moon-white mountains rise.
In woodland shadows deep
The firstling flowers blow;
And in my heart I keep
A love that also came
After the frost and snow.
February
Clark Ashton Smith
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