November Twilight
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Clark Ashton Smith
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November's winy sunset leaves,
Deep in the silver heavens far,
One ruby-hearted star
That lit the summer's moon-forsaken eves.
Under its ray, remote, alone,
Ascends upon the ashen gloom
The ghostly faint perfume
From autumn's grey, forgotten roses flown.
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