You are the stately sunset,
Departing with a hundred flames of amber
Beyond the pinnacles of autumn pine
And the low mountains
That bear the brief and vast Olympus of the clouds
Under a purpling zenith.
You are the stately sunset,
And after you
Silence will rear the moon-eclipsing night,
And a few spectral stars will gather,
Like wisps to lead the wandering gods astray
Into the black and boundless fen of all the gulfs.
Metaphor
Clark Ashton Smith
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Poem topics: autumn, moon, night, silence, black, amber, sunset, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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