Not while the woods are redolent with spring,
Or scentless immortelles of autumn blow,
Shall I evade your loveliness, or know
Surcease of love and love's remembering.
But haply wandering, worlds and cycles hence,
Through unforeseen fantastic avatars,
I shall forget you in the future stars,
And take of time an alien recompense.
Till in some strange and latter planet, wrought
From molten shards and meteor-dust of this,
My hand shall pluck an unsuspected bloom
That lifts again the scarlet of your kiss;
And I shall muse and loiter, knowing not
The love that perished like a lost perfume.
The Last Oblivion
Clark Ashton Smith
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Poem topics: I love you, autumn, future, kiss, lost, spring, time, forget, dust, strange, bloom, I miss you, love, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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