With autumn and the flaring leaves our love must end--
Ere flauntful spring shall mock thy tears and my despair
With blossoms red or pale, some April bride may wear:
Now, while the weary, grey, forgetful heavens bend
Above the grief and languor of the dying lands,
In one last kiss shall meet and mingle and expire
The muted, last, remembering sighs of our desire;
And on my face the flower-like burden of thy hands
Shall rest a little, and be taken tenderly,
And, ah, how lightly hence! And in thy golden eyes,
Thy love, and all the ashen glory of the skies,
Shall mingle, and as in a mirror lie for me.
In November
Clark Ashton Smith
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Poem topics: autumn, despair, flower, grief, kiss, mirror, red, spring, desire, face, bride, golden, april, april fools, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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