Hellenic Sequel

by Clark Ashton Smith


	I

	Skies of verd-antique
	Domed the murex-tinted peak
	In the dreamland where I found
	Flowering grape that clasped and crowned
	One fluted column still unbroken,
	Lovely, old and Greek.


	II

	Near the column,
	In the stream that flowed
	Prom the sunset mountain-spring,
	I heard the lonely naiad sing,
	Praising the weedy bowers of her abode.
	Sweeter than silence was her song,
	Sweeter than sleep her answer
	When I spoke:
	Quickly then her cold arms wound me
	In the water, and they drowned me
	Ere I woke.