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.