The Land of Fruitful Palms

by Clark Ashton Smith

[A fragment possibly of a prose poem From Strange Shadows 1989]


It is a land of fruitful palms and flowering myrtles, with winds that are gentle
as the sighs of woman, and pearling fountains delicious as their laughter. On
marble cliffs above the halcyonian seas, are ancient woods of cedar illumed by
scarlet orchids. Roaming the moon-white sands, we shall come to little caverns
in the hollow shore, where nereids have left a tribute of rosy pearls, and
wreathes of the pale sea-lotus, lying on marble shallows by the baths of tepid
azure...

	Will you not meet me there, some day?