THE LAND OF EVIL STARS
The stars of those remotest hours!
Peace and pallor of the flow'rs
They have fevered, they have marred,
With the poison of their light,
With distilled bale and blight
Of a red, accursed regard:
All the toil of sunlight hours
They undo
With their wild eyes—
Eldritch and ecstatic eyes,
Stooping timeward from the skies,
Burning redly in the dew.
Peace and pallor of the flow'rs
They have fevered, they have marred,
With the poison of their light,
With distilled bale and blight
Of a red, accursed regard:
All the toil of sunlight hours
They undo
With their wild eyes—
Eldritch and ecstatic eyes,
Stooping timeward from the skies,
Burning redly in the dew.
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