Here's another poem from Clark Ashton Smith (CAS) that was never published in his lifetime, and since it's not available on The Eldritch Dark, here's the complete text:
In weary lands beside a weary sea.
This is a beautiful poem of romantic exile, describing a psychic landscape that is reminiscent of CAS' fictional realm of Zothique. The intermingling of wastage with spiritual vastness imparts a dance-like progression to this poem; the third stanza particularly builds its image piece-wise, as in this edited excerpt: "hot as my insatiable soul, / ...the fiery desert stands".
It's a wonder to me that CAS did not publish this poem, or include it in the planned contents of his omnibus Selected Poems (1971). For such a short work, it packs a lot of gorgeous poetry into ten near-perfect lines.