His solid flesh had never been away,

For each dawn found him in his usual place,

But every night his spirit loved to race

Through gulfs and worlds remote from common day.

He had seen Yaddith, yet retained his mind,

And come back safely from the Ghooric zone,

When one still night across curved space was thrown

That beckoning piping from the voids behind.

—H. P. LOVECRAFT, “ALIENATION,” Fungi from Yuggoth

Why fades a dream?

That thought may thrive,

So fades the fleshless dream.

—PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR, “WHY FADES A DREAM?”

The shadow of the half-sphere curtains

down closely against my world, like a

doorless cage, and the stillness chained by

wrinkled darkness strains throughout the Uni-

verse to be free.

—YONE NOGUCHI, “AT NIGHT”