Говард Филлипс Лавкрафт
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 byIn silent daemon cavalcade.
But still the magic volume holdsThe raptur'd eye in realms apart,And fulgent sorcery enfoldsThe willing mind and eager heart.
The lonely room no more is there -For to the sight in pomp appearTemples and cities pois'd in airAnd blazing glories — sphere on sphere.