Like a word
Of an archetypal tongue,
Never told,
Never sung;
All unstirred,
Like the corals of the deep
In their cold
and purple sleep;
Lost and far,
Like a forest-folded bloom
Lulled above
Its own perfume;
Like a star
In the nether darkness drowned,
Lies the love
We have not found.
The Secret
Clark Ashton Smith
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Poem topics: lost, purple, sleep, star, tongue, deep, cold, bloom, love, never, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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