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Story copied from the [http://en.wikisource.org/wiki/Festival Wikisource]. |
Story copied from the [http://en.wikisource.org/wiki/Festival Wikisource]. |
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+ | <p>There is snow on the ground,<br /> And the valleys are cold,<br />And a midnight profound<br /> Blackly squats o'er the wold;<br />But a light on the hilltops half-seen hints of<br /> feastings unhallowed and old.<br /></p><p>There is death in the clouds,<br /> There is fear in the night,<br />For the dead in their shrouds<br /> Hail the sun's turning flight.<br />And chant wild in the woods as they dance<br /> round a Yule-altar fungous and white.<br /></p><p>To no gale of Earth's kind<br /> Sways the forest of oak,<br />Where the thick boughs entwined<br /> By mad mistletoes choke,<br />For these pow'rs are the pow'rs of the dark,<br /> from the graves of the lost Druid-folk.<br /></p><p>And mayst thou to such deeds<br /> Be an abbot and priest,<br />Singing cannibal greeds<br /> At each devil-wrought feast,<br />And to all the incredulous world<br /> shewing dimly the sign of the beast.</p> |
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− | And the valleys are cold,<br> |
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− | And a midnight profound<br> |
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− | Blackly squats o'er the wold;<br> |
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− | But a light on the hilltops half-seen hints of<br> |
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− | feastings unhallowed and old.<br></p> |
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− | <p>There is death in the clouds,<br> |
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− | There is fear in the night,<br> |
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− | For the dead in their shrouds<br> |
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− | Hail the sun's turning flight.<br> |
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− | And chant wild in the woods as they dance<br> |
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− | round a Yule-altar fungous and white.<br></p> |
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− | <p>To no gale of Earth's kind<br> |
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− | Sways the forest of oak,<br> |
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− | Where the thick boughs entwined<br> |
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− | By mad mistletoes choke,<br> |
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− | For these pow'rs are the pow'rs of the dark,<br> |
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− | from the graves of the lost Druid-folk.<br></p> |
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− | <p>And mayst thou to such deeds<br> |
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− | Be an abbot and priest,<br> |
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− | Singing cannibal greeds<br> |
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− | At each devil-wrought feast,<br> |
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− | And to all the incredulous world<br> |
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− | shewing dimly the sign of the beast.</p> |
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Revision as of 02:22, 18 August 2012
Festival
by H. P. Lovecraft
Story copied from the Wikisource.
Notice: This is a Lovecraft's Poetry.
There is snow on the ground,
And the valleys are cold,
And a midnight profound
Blackly squats o'er the wold;
But a light on the hilltops half-seen hints of
feastings unhallowed and old.
There is death in the clouds,
There is fear in the night,
For the dead in their shrouds
Hail the sun's turning flight.
And chant wild in the woods as they dance
round a Yule-altar fungous and white.
To no gale of Earth's kind
Sways the forest of oak,
Where the thick boughs entwined
By mad mistletoes choke,
For these pow'rs are the pow'rs of the dark,
from the graves of the lost Druid-folk.
And mayst thou to such deeds
Be an abbot and priest,
Singing cannibal greeds
At each devil-wrought feast,
And to all the incredulous world
shewing dimly the sign of the beast.