Read "The Secret" at The Eldritch Dark:
This is the sort of love poem (or a poem about love, at any rate) that is simple yet still a great showcase for Clark Ashton Smith's talents. The short lines (most of them only three syllables) add a momentum to the reading that is not typical of his work, and yet the language and the imagery are not left wanting:
Lost and far,
Like a forest-folded bloom
Its own perfume;
The last three lines of the stanza quoted above create a beautiful portrait of an aromatic plant seduced by its vey own fragrance, an image that only CAS could bestow upon his readers.