The day had come again
When as a child I saw just once
That hollow of old oaks
Grey with a ground-mist that enfolds and chokes
The slinking shapes which madness has defiled
It was the same
An herbage rank and wild clings round an altar
Whose carved sign invokes that nameless one
To whom a thousand smokes rose aeons gone
From unclean towers up-piled
I saw the body spread on that dank stone
And knew those things which feasted were not men
I knew this strange, grey world was not my own
But Yuggoth, past the starry-voids
And then the body shrieked at me with a dead cry
And all too late I knew that it was I
To the pale, shadowy land I half recalled
As a high place of stair and terrace, walled
With marble balustrades that sky-winds comb
Meanwhile
While miles below a maze of dome on dome
And tower on tower beside a sea lies sprawled
Meanwhile
The day had come again
When as a child I saw just once
That hollow of old oaks
Grey with a ground-mist that enfolds and chokes
The slinking shapes which madness has defiled
It was the same
An herbage rank and wild clings round an altar
Whose carved sign invokes that nameless one
To whom a thousand smokes rose aeons gone
From unclean towers up-piled
I saw the body spread on that dank stone