Love Is Not Yours, Love Is Not Mine

by

Clark Ashton Smith


Love is not yours, love is not mine:

It is the tranquil twilight heaven

Through which our pauseless feet are driven

Into the vast and desert noon.


Love is not mine, love is not yours:

It is a flying fire that passes,

Perishing on the blind morasses

After the frail and perished moon.


(1922)



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