While the black perennial snows <br />Piled about the pole of night <br />Swell the fount whence Lethe flows; <br /> <br />While the worm, apart from light, <br />Eats the page where magians pored; <br />While the kraken, blind and white, <br /> <br />Guards the greening books abhorred <br />Where the evil oghams rust— <br />In accurst Atlantis stored; <br /> <br />While beneath the seal of dust <br />Dead mouths mutter not in sleep <br />To betray oblivion's trust; <br /> <br />While the dusky planets keep, <br />Past the outlands of the sun, <br />Circuits of a sunless deep, <br /> <br />Never shall the spell be done <br />And the curse be lifted never <br />That shall find and leave you one <br /> <br />With forgotten things for ever.<br /><br />Clark Ashton Smith<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/malediction-2/
