Against the pale autumnal air,
The golden poplars burn and flare.
And golden lamps are lit for me,
Deep in the vaults of memory.
Forevermore the poplars rise,
To light the lands where beauty dies,
Where roses fail and asters fade,
And lilies in the dust are laid.
And in my heart the lamps illume
A queenly couch of love and doom,
And one who lies in silence there,
Forever dead, forever fair,
With leaves and asters in her hair.
Poplars
Clark Ashton Smith
(1)
Poem topics: beauty, hair, heart, light, memory, silence, deep, rise, dust, love, I love you, forever, golden, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
Submit Spanish Translation
Submit German Translation
Submit French Translation
Write your comment about Poplars poem by Clark Ashton Smith
Best Poems of Clark Ashton Smith