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| title = [[Weird Tales]] | |||
| author = Robert Ervin Howard | |||
| lang = English | |||
| section = The Singer in the Mist | |||
| notes = First published in ''[[Weird Tales]]'', April 1938. Third poem of Howard's "Sonnets out of Bedlam" cycle: | |||
#[[The Soul-Eater]] | |||
#[[The Last Hour]] | |||
#[[The Singer in the Mist]] | |||
#[[Haunting Columns]] | |||
#[[The Dream and the Shadow]] | |||
}} | }} | ||
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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. | ||
</poem></div> | </poem> | ||
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{{DEFAULTSORT:Singer in the Mist, The}} | {{DEFAULTSORT:Singer in the Mist, The}} | ||
[[Category: | [[Category:English]] | ||
[[Category: | [[Category:1938]] | ||
{{PD-pma|1936}} | |||
Revision as of 23:02, 13 October 2010
| Weird Tales ~ The Singer in the Mist written by Robert Ervin Howard |
| First published in Weird Tales, April 1938. Third poem of Howard's "Sonnets out of Bedlam" cycle: | Link to further information |
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.
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