Clark Ashton Smith,
The Star-Treader
(1912)
“ Dead passions like to stars relit Shone in the gloom of ways forgot; Where crownless gods in darkness sit The day was full on altars hot. I heard—enisled in those melodic seas— The central music of the Pleiades, And to Alcyone my soul Swayed with the stars that own her song's control. Unchallenged, glad, I trod, a revenant In worlds Edenic longly lost; Or dwelt in spheres that sing to those, Through space no light has crossed, Diverse as Hell's mad antiphone uptossed To Heaven's angelic chant. ”
