The Masque Of Forsaken Gods Poem Rhyme Scheme

Recent Interactions*

This poem was read 0 times,

This poem was added to the favorite list by 0 members,

This poem was voted by 0 members.

(* Interactions only in the last 7 days)

New Poems

Wonderful Women
by Umaru Kanneh Boima
Freedom To Scratch In Peace
by Olute Aete
Happy New Year
by Felix Menda
Human Beings
by Dana Graslie
Lust
by Wisdom Greatness
An Isolated Tree's Song
by Sayeed Abubakar
A Strange Boy
by Sayeed Abubakar
O Soil
by Sayeed Abubakar
No War, No War-monger
by Sayeed Abubakar
Night's Town
by Sayeed Abubakar

Popular Poets

1. Emily Dickinson(2414 poems)
2. Madison Julius Cawein(1231 poems)
3. Ella Wheeler Wilcox(1136 poems)
4. William Wordsworth(1016 poems)
5. Robert Burns(986 poems)
6. Edgar Albert Guest(945 poems)
7. Thomas Moore(849 poems)
8. Robert Service(831 poems)

Scene A moonlit glade on a summer midnight	A
	-
THE POET	B
	-
How pale the sapphire of the central night	A
Wherein the stars turn grey The summer's green	C
Edg d and strong by day is dull and faint	D
Beneath the moon's all monorating mood	E
That in this absence of the impassioned sun	F
Sways to a sleep of sound and calm of color	G
The live and vivid aspect of the world	H
Even thought itself is strangely overcome	I
And like the pale beginning of a dream	J
Here were the theater of a miracle	K
If such within a world long alienate	L
From its first dreams and shut with skeptic years	M
Might now befall	N
	-
THE PHILOSOPHER	G
	-
The Huntress rides no more	O
Across the upturned faces of the stars	P
'Tis but the dead shell of a frozen world	H
Glttering with desolation Earth's old gods	Q
The gods that haunt like dreams each planet's youth	R
Are fled from years incredulous and tired	S
With penetrating of manifolded masks	T
That give but emptiness they served to hide	U
Remains not faith enough to bring them back	V
Pan to his wood Diana to her moon	W
And all the powers that once made populous	X
A haggard world where Time grows weary now	Y
Yet Youth that lives might for a little claim	Z
That vanished pantheon on such a night	A
When under the lowering marvel of the moon	W
The films of time wear perilously thin	A2
And thought looks backward to the simpler years	M
Till all the vision seems but just beyond	B2
If one have faith it may be that he shall	C2
Behold them once once only and no more	O
Because of Time's inhospitality	B2
For which they may not stay	B2
	-
THE POET	B2
	-
The quiet light	B2
Surges and fumes like to a spectral sea	D2
Whereof relimning foundered shapes are born	E2
Is it a throng of luminous white clouds	F2
Phantoms of some old storm's death driven Titans	G2
That float beneath the moon and speak with voices	H2
Like the last echoes of a thunder spent	B2
'Tis the forsaken gods that win a foothold	B2
About the magic circle which the moon	W
Draws like some old enchantress round the glade	B2
	-
THE PHILOSOPHER	G
	-
I see them not the vision is addressed	B2
Only to thine acute and eager youth	R
	-
JOVE	I2
	-
All heaven and earth were once my throne	J2
Now I have but the wind alone	J2
For shifting judgment seat	B2
The pillared world supported me	D2
Yet man's old incredulity	D2
Left nothing for my feet	B2
	-
PAN	K2
	-
Man hath forgotten me	D2
Yet seems it that my memory	D2
Saddens the wistful voices of the wood	B2
Within each erst frequented spot	B2
Echo forgets my music not	B2
Nor Earth my tread where trampling years have stood	B2
	-
ARTEMIS	H2
	-
Time hath grown cold	B2
Toward beauty loved of old	B2
The gods must quake	L2
When dreams and hopes forsake	L2
The heart of man	K2
And disillusion's ban	K2
More chill than stone	J2
Rears till the former throne	J2
Of loveliness	H2
Is dark and tenantless	H2
Now must I weep	M2
Homeless within the deep	M2
Where once of old	B2
Mine orb d chariot rolled	B2
And mourn in vain	N2
Man's immemorial pain	N2
Uncomforted	B2
Of light and beauty fled	B2
	-
APOLLO	O2
	-
Time wearied of my song	P2
A satiate and capricious king	Q2
Who for his pleasure bade me sing	Q2
First of his minstrel throng	P2
Till cloyed with melody	B2
His ear grew faint to voice and lyre	R2
Forgotten then of Time's desire	G
His thought was void of me	B2
	-
APHRODITE	B2
	-
I born of sound and foam	S2
Child of the sea and wind	B2
Was fire upon mankind	B2
Fuelled with Syria and with Greece and Rome	S2
Time fanned me with his breath	T2
Love found new warmth in me	B2
And Life its ecstasy	B2
Till I grew deadly with the wind of death	T2
	-
A NYMPH	I2
	-
How can the world be still so beautiful	K
When beauty's self is fled 'Tis like the mute	B2
And marble loveliness of some dead girl	U2
And we that hover here are as the spirit	B2
Of former voice and motion and live color	G
In that which shall not stir nor speak again	V2
	-
ANOTHER NYMPH	I2
	-
Nay rather say this lovely lifeless world	B2
Is but a rigid semblance counterfeiting	Q2
The world which was nor have the gods retained	B2
Such power as once informed and rendered vital	K
The cryptic irresponsiveness of stone	J2
That statue which Pygmalion made and loved	B2
	-
AT	B2
	-
I who was discord among men	V2
Alone of all Time's hierarchy	B2
Find that Time hath no need of me	B2
No lack that I might fill again	V2
	-
THE POET	B2
	-
Tell me O gods are ye forever doomed	B2
To fall and flutter among spatial winds	H2
Finding release nor foothold anywhere	W2
Debarred from doors of all the suns like spirits	H2
Whose names are blotted from the lists of time	X2
Though they themselves yet wander undestroyed	B2
	-
THE GODS TOGETHER	G
	-
Throneless discrowned and impotent	B2
In man's sad disillusionment	B2
We passed with Earth's returnless youth	R
Who were the semblances of truth	R
The veils that hid the vacantness	H2
Infinite naked meaningless	H2
The blank and universal Sphinx	H2
Each world confronts at last and sinks	H2
New gods forefend awhile the gaze	H2
Of man each one a veil that stays	H2
Till the new gods discredited	B2
Like mist that melts with noon are fled	B2
That power oppressive limitless	H2
The tyranny of nothingness	H2
Our power is dead upon the earth	Y2
With the first dews and dawns of time	X2
But in the far and younger clime	X2
Of other worlds it hath rebirth	Y2
Yea though we find not entrance here	Z2
Astray like feathers on the wind	B2
To neither earth nor heaven consigned	B2
Fresh altars in a distant sphere	A3
Are keen with fragrance bright with fire	G
New hearths to warm us from the night	B2
Till banished thence we pass in flight	B2
While all the flames of dream expire	R2

Clark Ashton Smith

The Masque Of Forsaken Gods Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Write your comment about The Masque Of Forsaken Gods poem by Clark Ashton Smith

Recent Interactions*

New Poems

Popular Poets