Outside the time-dimension, and outside <br />The ever-changing spheres and shifting spaces - <br />Though the mad planet and its wrangling races <br />This moment be destroyed - he shall abide <br />And on immortal quests and errands ride <br />In cryptic service to the kings of Pnath, <br />Herald or spy, on the many-spangled path <br />With gulfs below, with muffled gods for guide. <br /> <br />Some echo of his voice, some vanished word <br />Follows the light with equal speed, and spans <br />The star-set limits of the universe, <br />Returning and returning, to be heard <br />When all the present worlds and spheres disperse, <br />In other Spicas, other Aldebarans.<br /><br />Clark Ashton Smith<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/h-p-l/
