Clark Ashton Smith

Who turns him from his earthly love

Must other lovers meet and prove:

Through plunging lands careened from light

Into the crimson-starred abyss,

He goes by sunken stairs to kiss

The coal-hot lips of Baaltis

And Lilith in the nether night.

Or else, on mountains noonward-piled,

He climbs the planished walls, beguiled

By wispy, wavering spectres born

Of snow and sun; till, starkly mad

In some delirium strange and glad,

He clasps an icy-limbed oread

Upon the slippery silver horn.

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