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Everlasting mysteries, carved in stone

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Sweeter the thought of death to me
    Than love's own sleep or any dream;
    Than starlight on some ebon stream
Or moonlight on the marble sea.

Like black and mummia-laden wine
    My soul foredrains oblivion:
    The bitter splendors of the sun
Resolved in Lethe's anodyne.

Love and desire and dead delight
    And dead despair are shades that pass
    As in a necromancer's glass
To mingle with the shades of night.

They pass. . . . the secret peace I crave
    Like a black shroud enwraps me round—
    Lost, and voluptuously drowned
In the dark languor of the grave.

—"Mors", Clark Ashton Smith

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