From regions of the sun's half-dreamt decay,
All day the cruel rain strikes darkly down;
And from the night thy fatal stars shall frown-
Beauty, wilt thou abide this night and day ?
Roofless, at portals dark and desperate,
Wilt thou a shelter unrefused implore,
And past the tomb's too-hospitable door
Evade thy lover in eluding Hate ?
Alas, for what have I to other thee ? -
Chill halls of mind, dank rooms of memory
Where thou shalt dwell with woes and thoughts infirm;
This rumor-throngèd citadel of Sense,
Trembling before some nameless imminence;
And fellow-guestship with the glutless Worm.
The Refuge Of Beauty
Clark Ashton Smith
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Poem topics: beauty, dark, hate, memory, rain, sun, sense, mind, door, night, Valentine's Day, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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