#the star-treader

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The Star-Treader by Clark Ashton Smith

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A voice cried to me in a dawn of dreams

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A Dream of Beauty

I dreamed that each most lovely, perfect thing    That Nature hath, of sound, and form, and hue—    The winds, the grass, the light-concentering dew, The gleam and swiftness of the sea-bird's wing; Blueness of sea and sky, and gold of storm       Transmuted by the sunset, and the flame    Of autumn-colored leaves, before me came, And, meeting, merged to one diviner form.

Incarnate Beauty 'twas, whose spirit thrills Through glaucous ocean and the greener hills,    And in the cloud-bewildered peaks is pent.       Like some descended star she hovered o'er,    But as I gazed, in doubt and wonderment,       Mine eyes were dazzled, and I saw no more.    —Clark Ashton Smith

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The Star-Treader by Clark Ashton Smith

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And the deep gulfs abide coevally Whose darkness runs Through all thy spirit's mystery.

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The Star-Treader by Clark Ashton Smith

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spaceward gleams Thine ancient pathway of the suns, Whose flame is part of thee;

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The Star-Treader by Clark Ashton Smith

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Make haste: the webs of death and birth Are brushed away, and all the threads of earth Wear to the breaking;