H. P. Lovecraft

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The Outpost

Written: 26th November 1929

First Published in Bacon’s Essays, Vol. 3, No. 1 (Spring 1930), Page 7

 When evening cools the yellow stream,
 And shadows stalk the jungle’s ways,
 Zimbabwe’s palace flares ablaze
 For a great King who fears to dream.
 For he alone of all mankind
 Waded the swamp that serpents shun;
 And struggling toward the setting sun,
 Came on the veldt that lies behind.
 No other eyes had vented there
 Since eyes were lent for human sight—
 But there, as sunset turned to night,
 He found the Elder Secret’s lair.
 Strange turrets rose beyond the plain,
 And walls and bastions spread around
 The distant domes that fouled the ground
 Like leprous fungi after rain.
 A grudging moon writhed up to shine
 Past leagues where life can have no home;
 And paling far-off tower and dome,
 Shewed each unwindowed and malign.
 Then he who in his boyhood ran
 Through vine-hung ruins free of fear,
 Trembled at what he saw—for here
 Was no dead, ruined seat of man.
 Inhuman shapes, half-seen, half-guessed,
 Half solid and (...)
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