Ebony and Crystal/Haunting

by Clark Ashton Smith

HAUNTING

There is no peace amid the moonlight and the pines;Deep in the windless gloom the lamplike thought of youAbides; and ah, what burning memories pursueMy heart among the pallid marbles!***Night assigns

Your silver face for wardress of the doors of Sleep;Beyond the wild, last bourn of dreamland, lo, your eyesAre on the lonesome, ultimate, undiscovered skies;Moonlike and dim, you wander ever in the deep

Which is the secret, innermost, unknown abyssOf my own soul, and in its night your spirit lives.****Shall I not find the very draught that Lethe gives,Sweet with your tears, and warm with savour of your kiss?