Disillusionment
C
Clark Ashton Smith
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Goldblatt
I used to dream, long, long ago,
That the clouds were marvelous white elephants
Journeying in droves to a far-off sacred city
That always made the sunset with the reflection of its altar-fires.
But now I am grown old and wise
And disillusioned,
And I know that the clouds are toy-animals for children,
And are made of cotton-batting,
Or at best are woven from a sort of mercerized wool,
And are always cut out
With patterns of tissue-paper.
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