I
I stood in the forsaken market-place
Of an old and long-forgotten ancient race;
Before the palace of some great Sultan
As the pale moon was seeking his lost face.
II
But think ye, that tomorrow I may be
As much forgotten an unmourned as he.
I, myself, in this mighty universe,
Am but a pebble in a boundless sea!
Rubaiyat Of Saiyed
Clark Ashton Smith
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Poem topics: lost, moon, sea, long, place, great, face, ancient, tomorrow, universe, market, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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