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Лавкрафт Говард Филипс - The Wood



poetry Говард Филлипс Лавкрафт THE WOOD 1929 en en i_no_k inok.goo@gmail.com Fiction Book Designer, Fiction Book Investigator 28.07.2006 www.lib.ru FBD-DKDS51LI-E475-7UX3-LMKR-GLPD3BE9AH2Q 1.0 Говард Филлипс Лавкрафт
THE WOOD
They cut it down, and where the pitch-black aislesOf forest night had hid eternal things,They scaled the sky with towers and marble pilesTo make a city for their revellings.White and amazing to the lands aroundThat wondrous wealth of domes and turrets rose;Crystal and ivory, sublimely crownedWith pinnacles that bore unmelting snows.And through its halls the pipe and sistrum rang,While wine and riot brought their scarlet stains;Never a voice of elder marvels sang,Nor any eye called up the hills and plains.Thus down the years, till on one purple nightA drunken minstrel in his careless verseSpoke the vile words that should not see the light,And stirred the shadows of an ancient curse.Forests may fall, but not the dusk they shield;So on the spot where that proud city stood,The shuddering dawn no single stone revealed,But fled the blackness of a primal wood.



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