I will repeat a subtle rune—  And thronging suns of Otherwhere  Shall blaze upon the blinded air,  And spectres terrible and fair  Shall wake the riven world at noon.  The star that was mine empery  In dust upon unwinnowed skies:  But primal dreams have made me wise,  And soon the shattered years shall rise  To my remembered sorcery.  To mantic mutterings, brief and low,  My palaces shall lift amain,  My bowers bloom; I will regain  The lips whereon my lips have lain  In rose-red twilights long ago.  Before my murmured exorcism  The world, a wispy wraith, shall flee:  A stranger earth, a weirder sea,  People with shapes of Fäery,  Shall swell upon the waste abysm.  The pantheons of darkened stars  Shall file athwart the crocus dawn;  Goddess and Gorgon, Lar and faun,  Shall tread the amaranthine lawn,  And giants fight their thunderous wars.  Like graven mountains of basalt,  Dark idols of my demons there  Shall tower through bright zones of air,  Fronting the sun with level stare;  And hell shall pave my deepest vault.  Phantom and fiend and sorceror  Shall serve me...till my term shall pass,  And I become no more, alas,  Than a frail shadow on the glass  Before some latter conjurer.

<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">I will repeat a subtle rune— <br>And thronging suns of Otherwhere <br>Shall blaze upon the blinded air, <br>And spectres terrible and fair <br>Shall wake the riven world at noon. <br><br>The star that was mine empery <br>In dust upon unwinnowed skies: <br>But primal dreams have made me wise, <br>And soon the shattered years shall rise <br>To my remembered sorcery. <br><br>To mantic mutterings, brief and low, <br>My palaces shall lift amain, <br>My bowers bloom; I will regain <br>The lips whereon my lips have lain <br>In rose-red twilights long ago. <br><br>Before my murmured exorcism <br>The world, a wispy wraith, shall flee: <br>A stranger earth, a weirder sea, <br>People with shapes of Fäery, <br>Shall swell upon the waste abysm. <br><br>The pantheons of darkened stars <br>Shall file athwart the crocus dawn; <br>Goddess and Gorgon, Lar and faun, <br>Shall tread the amaranthine lawn, <br>And giants fight their thunderous wars. <br><br>Like graven mountains of basalt, <br>Dark idols of my demons there <br>Shall tower through bright zones of air, <br>Fronting the sun with level stare; <br>And hell shall pave my deepest vault. <br><br>Phantom and fiend and sorceror <br>Shall serve me...till my term shall pass, <br>And I become no more, alas, <br>Than a frail shadow on the glass <br>Before some latter conjurer.</div>