The Miscellaneous Writings of Clark Ashton Smith
“She was blonde as a daffodil, and her one-piece suit of vivid green clung to her closely as a folded leaf to the flower bud. She smiled upon him with an air of tender and subtle sadness; and her slow, voluptuous eyelids fell before his gaze with the pensive languor of closing petals. There was diffidence and seduction in the curve of her cheek; she was modest and demure, with an undernote of elusive provocation; and her voice was a plaintive soprano.Twenty minutes later, they sat among the dunes at the end of the beach, where a white wall of sand concealed them from the crowd. Her bathing suit, only half-dry, still clung and glistened; but their flirtation had already ripened and flourished with an ease that surprised him.“Surely I knew you in ancient Greece,” he was saying. “Your hair retains the sunlight of the Golden Age, your eyes the blue of perished heavens that shone on the vale of Tempe. Tell me, what queen or goddess were you? In what fane of chalcedony, or palace of ebony an...d gold did I, a long-forgotten poet, sing before you the hymns or lyrics of my adoration?MoreLess
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