Against my heart your heart is closed; you bid me go:
What ways are left in all the world for love to know ?
Desolate oceans, and the light of lonely plains,
Dead moons that wander in the wastes of ice and snow-
These, these I fain would see, and find the splendid bourn
Of sunset, or the Brazen deserts of the morn,
That I might lose this ever-aching loneliness
In vaster solitude; and love be less forlorn,
Faring to seek with alien sun and alien star
The strange, the veiled horizons infinite and far;
Spaces of fire and night, the skies of steel and gold,
Or sunset-haunted seas where foamless islands are.
The Exile
Clark Ashton Smith
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Poem topics: I love you, fire, light, lonely, night, snow, solitude, star, sun, world, steel, ice, gold, infinite, strange, heart, sunset, I miss you, love, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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