by Clark Ashton Smith
In years no vision shall aver,
In lands no dream may name,
Toward alien things what longings were,
And thence what languors came!
For each horizon straitly sought,
With fealty to the stars,
What death or weariness was bought,
What bitterness, what bars!
I waken unto years afar,
And find the quest made new
In Earth, that was perchance a star
Unto my former view.
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