Water lilies

Ere shadows were, ere night was gone, I found the one whom suns had sought, And waiting at his feet, methought, Had speech with Memnon in the dawn.

Sad as the last lamenting star, He sang, and clear as morning's gold, Unto his voice I saw unfold The hesitant, pale Nenufar.

But dolorous like the peal of dooms And proclamation of the night, The waste returned that voice of light With echo from its hollow tombs.

Twilight on the Snow, from Ebony and Crystal, by Clark Ashton Smith, read for LibriVox.org by Amy Graymore.

Ere shadows were, ere night was gone, I found the one whom suns had sought, And waiting at his feet, methought, Had speech with Memnon in the dawn.

Sad as the last lamenting star, He sang, and clear as morning's gold, Unto his voice I saw unfold The hesitant, pale Nenufar.

But dolorous like the peal of dooms And proclamation of the night, The waste returned that voice of light With echo from its hollow tombs.

Twilight on the Snow, from Ebony and Crystal, by Clark Ashton Smith, read for LibriVox.org by Amy Graymore.

Ere shadows were, ere night was gone, I found the one whom suns had sought, And waiting at his feet, methought, Had speech with Memnon in the dawn.

Sad as the last lamenting star, He sang, and clear as morning's gold, Unto his voice I saw unfold The hesitant, pale Nenufar.

But dolorous like the peal of dooms And proclamation of the night, The waste returned that voice of light With echo from its hollow tombs.

Twilight on the Snow, from Ebony and Crystal, by Clark Ashton Smith, read for LibriVox.org by Amy Graymore.

Ere shadows were, ere night was gone, I found the one whom suns had sought, And waiting at his feet, methought, Had speech with Memnon in the dawn.

Sad as the last lamenting star, He sang, and clear as morning's gold, Unto his voice I saw unfold The hesitant, pale Nenufar.

But dolorous like the peal of dooms And proclamation of the night, The waste returned that voice of light With echo from its hollow tombs.

twilight on the snow from ebony and crystal by clark ashton smith read for librivox.org by amy graymore before the hills high altar bowed the trees are druids weird and white facing the vision of the light with ancient lips to silence vowed No certain sound the woods aver, Nor motion save of formless wings, Filled with faint twilight flutterings, With thronging gloom and shadow-stir.

Fairer the petals that fall, Dearer the beauty that dies, And the pyres of autumn burning Than a thousand springs returning, O perishing loves that call In my heart and the hollow skies.

Echo of Memnon from Ebony and Crystal by Clark Ashton Smith Read for LibriVox.org by Anusha Iyer i wondered ere the dream was done where over nilus's nenufars with all its ears of quivering stars the darkness listened for the sun ere shadows were ere night was gone i found the one whom suns had sought and waiting at his feet methought had speech with memnon in the dawn Sad as the last lamenting star, He sang, and clear as morning's gold, Unto his voice I saw unfold The hesitant, pale Nenufar.

But dolorous like the peal of dooms And proclamation of the night, The waste returned that voice of light With echo from its hollow tombs.

Twilight on the Snow, from Ebony and Crystal, by Clark Ashton Smith, read for LibriVox.org by Amy Graymore.