Here's another short poem from Clark Ashton Smith (CAS) not published in his lifetime and not available on The Eldritch Dark. So here's the text itself:
The leaves are falling, gold and red,
About the old and dying year,
Making a couch for feet and head.
Ah, who could wish a richer bier!
Simple and straightforward, but I like the idea of a dignified exit inspired by the change of the seasons late in the year. Many of the verses that I have read so far by CAS are strongly rooted in the cycles of the natural world. That's not uncommon in English poetry in general, but I think CAS handles these themes extraordinarily well.
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