Xxxv. evening star (from "fungi from yuggoth" by h. p. lovecraft)
XXXV. Evening Star
I saw it from that hidden, silent place
Where the old wood half shuts the meadow in.
It shone through all the sunset's glories — thin
At first, but with a slowly brightening face.
Night came, and that lone beacon, amber-hued,
Beat on my sight as never it did of old;
The evening star — but grown a thousandfold
More haunting in this hush and solitude.
It traced strange pictures on the quivering air —
Half-memories that had always filled my eyes —
Vast towers and gardens; curious seas and skies
Of some dim life — I never could tell where.
But now I knew that through the cosmic dome
Those rays were calling from my far, lost home.