Fools of the world, who dream that dreams are true-
Believing still that life is what it seems,
And trustful that the world is more than dreams-
Free for a little, I have laughed at you:
Knowing all this a ghostly gossamer
In some eternal room of darkness spun;
A laughter of forgotten gods that were,
Echoing still in waste oblivion.
But once again, as others, I have lent
myself to earthly ways and earthly walls:
Illusion of illusion, fantasy
Of doubtful phantoms, nevermore to be
When slumber on the last delirium falls
And lulls the tossing shadows turbulent.
Maya
Clark Ashton Smith
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Poem topics: dream, laughter, life, april fools, fantasy, oblivion, room, eternal, true, waste, slumber, world, I love you, I miss you, illusion, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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