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At birth a witch laid on me monstrous spells, | At birth a witch laid on me monstrous spells, | ||
And I have trod strange highroads all my days, | And I have trod strange highroads all my days, | ||
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The misty waves shake now to phantom oars— | The misty waves shake now to phantom oars— | ||
Seek not for me; I sail to meet the day. | Seek not for me; I sail to meet the day. | ||
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Revision as of 21:06, 13 October 2010
| Poems by Robert Ervin Howard | The Singer in the Mist written by Robert Ervin Howard |
| Third of the "Sonnets out of Bedlam" sequence |
At birth a witch laid on me monstrous spells,
And I have trod strange highroads all my days,
Turning my feet to gray, unholy ways.
I grope for stems of broken asphodels;
HIgh on the rims of bare, fiend-haunted fells,
I follow cloven tracks that lie ablaze;
And ghosts have led me through the moonlight's haze
To talk with demons in the granite hells.
Seas crash upon dragon-guarded shores,
Bursting in crimson moons of burning spray,
And iron castles ope to me their doors,
And serpent-women lure with harp and lay.
The misty waves shake now to phantom oars—
Seek not for me; I sail to meet the day.