Climbing from out what nadir-fountained sea,
From nether incarnations none may sound-
Sealed with the night of suns, forever bound
With frozen systems-comest thou to me,
Despair, whose darker name in memory
I know not, bringing from the dead profound,
With cerernents and sepulchral purples wound,
The fouIness of thine immortality?
O shape of loathIier horrors, here untold,
Have I not climbed secure from their abyss,
Those lower spheres, those limbos dire and old ?
Thou tearest me beyond the hells of this,
Down chasms dreadful for the light of tears
Where worm-like terror crawls in the undead years !
The Pursuer
Clark Ashton Smith
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Poem topics: despair, light, memory, night, sea, forever, frozen, shape, bound, sound, secure, thine, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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