Ebony and Crystal/The Hope of the Infinite

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19069Ebony and Crystal — The Hope of the InfiniteClark Ashton Smith

THE HOPE OF THE INFINITE

My hope is in the unharvestable deep,
That shows with eve the treasure of the stars
To mournful kings behind their palace-bars,
And wanderers outworn, and boys who weep
A shattered bauble—or above the sleep
Of headsmen, and of men condemned to die,
Pours out the moon's white mercy from on high,
Or hides with element gloom the hours that creep
Like death-worms to the grave.***And I have ta'en
From storming seas by sunset glorified,
Or from the dawn of ashen wastes and wide,
Some light re-gathered from the lamps that wane,
And promise of a translunary Spain,
Where loves forgone and forfeit dreams abide.