Do You Forget, Enchantress?

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Do You Forget, Enchantress? by Clark Ashton Smith

The Muses all are silent for your sake:

While night and distance take

The hamadryad's hill, the naiad's vale,

Low droops the hippocentaur's golden tail,

And sleep has whelmed the satyrs in the brake.

Unplucked, the laurels stand as long ago;

The balms of Eros blow

Rose-red and secret in the cedars' pall. . . .

Do you forget, enchantress, or recall

The world you fashioned once, and now forgo?

Where, Venus-like from Lethe and the abyss,

Might rise the abandoned bliss;

Where the mute Muses bide your summoning word;

Where darkling faun and daemon drowse unstirred,

Waiting the invocation of your kiss.