Between the mountain meadow and the pines
In one still wave the flowered azaleas clomb-
A billow laced and crested with pale foam
Unscattered by the balsam-bearing winds.
High-rearing on their miry haunches, where
Some grassy-bottomed tarn had sunk and died,
A black hog and his mate stood side by side,
Sniffing those elfin blossoms cool and fair.
Straying in new-found freedom, hungry still,
They had gone forth beneath the immaculate sky
Through fir-set fells beyond their broken sty
And lofty valleys, wild and aspen-grown. . .
As those who haply seek for husks and swill
Amid the flowers upon Parnassus blown.
The Thralls Of Circe Climb Parnassus
Clark Ashton Smith
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Poem topics: freedom, sky, wild, broken, mountain, black, high, cool, hungry, beneath, meadow, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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