#the star-treader

A voice cried to me in a dawn of dreams

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

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

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

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