Still wanting you, perchance
How vainly love had waited,
An autumn faun belated
For whom the leaves like spectral dryads dance.
And time perhaps had run
A somber, songless river
Whence no nymph rises ever
With limbs that flash to lotus in the sun.
And happiness had been
A siren singing only
On shores unsought and lonely
Where Vesper falls to some untraveled visne.
And joy had tarried still,
A sleeping Venus hidden
In sunless halls forbidden
Within her undiscovered hollow hill.
For An Antique Lyre
Clark Ashton Smith
(1)
Poem topics: I love you, autumn, dance, happiness, joy, lonely, river, sun, time, hidden, forbidden, lotus, love, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
Submit Spanish Translation
Submit German Translation
Submit French Translation
Write your comment about For An Antique Lyre poem by Clark Ashton Smith
Best Poems of Clark Ashton Smith