The Motes
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Clark Ashton Smith
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I saw a universe today:
Through a disclosing bar of light
The motes were whirled in gleaming flight
That briefly dawned and sank away.
Each had its swift and tiny noon;
In orbit-streams I marked them flit,
Successively revealed and flit.
The sunlight paled and shifted soon.
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