Her love is like an autumn flow'r,
An immortelle with petals wide,
Risen beside the vine-wrought bow'r,
Whose red leaves, loosened hour by hour,
Pass on the airs of eventide....
On some lost wind the loves that were
In the bleak night are blown away;
But the white memory of her
Endures amid the sigh and stir
Of all dead dreams of yesterday.
Immortelle
Clark Ashton Smith
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Poem topics: autumn, away, lost, memory, night, red, wind, white, wide, yesterday, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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