Dream Mystery

(For Samuel Loveman 17-5-1915) O'er dreamland gardens lulled and white In music leaned the langorous moon The burden of the murmured night. Where amaranths and lillies wore, In a lofty pallor fully blown, An ivory silence evermore, Bemused, I saw the night's white song, The flower's moon-measured lullaby, Its visible pale rune prolong Then, to my spelled reluctant ear, A whisper louder than the light, pierced as from alien presence near Till half I deemed to shortly see A silver seraph of the moon, Or star-shape harping mystery. But wingless yet the midnight seemed, The garden footless to my gaze, Save for a wind that fleetly gleamed Upon the pensive-paced hours, And moonlight fluttering like a moth Amid the swayed, enormous flowers. 4. Yellowed Texts: Gems from Fisher Library. Clark Ashton Smith: Grotesques and Fantastiques.