In Autumn

This poem from Clark Ashton Smith (CAS) was not published in his lifetime, and is not available on The Eldritch Dark, so here's the complete text:


Erstwhile, for beauty's tattered gold,
          I have the forfeit tear,
          But now the orchard-lighting year 
Has found a heart forlorn and cold.

Though poplars take the passing flame,
          And fling it on the windy skies,
          I listen, hushed with lone surmise,
To hear a half-remembered name.


I've recently read several autumn-themed poems by CAS, and this one seems like a rather minor entry in that vein.