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 ГовардФиллипсЛавкрафт


 ON READING LORD DUNSANY'S BOOK OF WONDER




   The hours of night unheeded fly,
   And in the grate the embers fade;
   Vast shadows one by one pass by
   In silent daemon cavalcade.


   But still the magic volume holds
   The raptur'd eye in realms apart,
   And fulgent sorcery enfolds
   The willing mind and eager heart.


   The lonely room no more is there -
   For to the sight in pomp appear
   Temples and cities pois'd in air
   And blazing glories — sphere on sphere.