On Reading Lord Dunsany's Book of Wonder

Written 1920


        
                The hours of night unheeded fly, 
                And in the grate the embers fade; 
                Vast shadows one by one pass by 
                In silent daemon cavalcade. 

                But still the magic volume holds 
                The raptur'd eye in realms apart, 
                And fulgent sorcery enfolds 
                The willing mind and eager heart. 

                The lonely room no more is there - 
                For to the sight in pomp appear 
                Temples and cities pois'd in air 
                And blazing glories - sphere on sphere. 

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