The hours of night unheeded fly, <br />And in the grate the embers fade; <br />Vast shadows one by one pass by <br />In silent daemon cavalcade. <br /> <br />But still the magic volume holds <br />The raptur'd eye in realms apart, <br />And fulgent sorcery enfolds <br />The willing mind and eager heart. <br /> <br />The lonely room no more is there - <br />For to the sight in pomp appear <br />Temples and cities pois'd in air <br />And blazing glories - sphere on sphere.<br /><br />Howard Phillips Lovecraft<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-reading-lord-dunsany-s-book-of-wonder/
