Ebony and Crystal: Poems in Verse and Prose

by Clark Ashton Smith

In magic morns that grant,

Across a land of common green and gray,

The disenchanted day;

Knowing the iron veils

And walls of adamant,

That ward the flaming verities of God—

Knowing these things, ah, surely thou wert wise,

Beneath the warm and thunder-dreaming skies,

To kiss on ardent breast and avid mouth,

Some girl whose sultry eyes