A Catch Poem by Clark Ashton Smith

A Catch



O mouth by many kissed,
O heart that all might capture!
How art thou fain and mournful
For love that love has missed—

For all clear weal and pain
Lost now to love for ever,
Though kings may take their tribute
And reapers take the grain.

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