This is an interesting tribute to a lost love, rendered as only Clark Ashton Smith (CAS) could. But ultimately it seems to be more a portrait of the narrator himself:
Ah, suffer me to dwell
Thereby, and forget the gilded cities of desire,
The domes of spectral gold,
That fled from horizon to horizon
Before me, and left my feet in the sinking vales and shifting plains of the desert,
Whose waters are green with corruption,
And bitter with the dust and ashes of death.
The lines quoted above reflect an image that CAS re-visited many times in his poetry and short fiction, and presents also something of a philosophical musing, especially in key phrases such as "forget the gilded cities of desire" with its inherent rejection of the material world.
Ah, suffer me to dwell
Thereby, and forget the gilded cities of desire,
The domes of spectral gold,
That fled from horizon to horizon
Before me, and left my feet in the sinking vales and shifting plains of the desert,
Whose waters are green with corruption,
And bitter with the dust and ashes of death.
The lines quoted above reflect an image that CAS re-visited many times in his poetry and short fiction, and presents also something of a philosophical musing, especially in key phrases such as "forget the gilded cities of desire" with its inherent rejection of the material world.
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