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I will repeat a subtle rune— And thronging suns of Otherwhere Shall blaze upon the blinded air, And specters terrible and fair Shall walk the riven world at noon.

The star that was mine empery Is dust upon unwinnowed skies: But primal dreams have made me wise, And soon the shattered years shall rise To my remembered sorcery.

To mantic mutterings, brief and low, My palaces shall lift amain, My bowers bloom; I will regain The lips whereon my lips have lain In rose-red twilights long ago.

Before my murmured exorcism, The world, a wispy wraith, shall flee: A stranger earth, a weirder sea, Peopled with shapes of Faëry, Shall swell upon the waste abysm.

The pantheons of darkened stars Shall file athwart the crocus dawn; Goddess and Gorgon, Lar and faun Shall tread the amaranthine lawn, And giants fight their thunderous wars.

Like graven mountains of basalt, Dark idols of my demons there Shall tower through bright zones of air, Fronting the sun with level stare; And hell shall pave my deepest vault.

Phantom and fiend and sorcerer Shall serve me till my term shall pass, And I become no more, alas! Than a frail shadow on the glass Before some latter conjurer. 220