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Fungi from Yuggoth / Грибки с Юггота
XXIX. Nostalgia

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Once every year, in autumn’s wistful glow,

The birds fly out over an ocean waste,

Calling and chattering in a joyous haste

To reach some land their inner memories know.

Great terraced gardens where bright blossoms blow,

And lines of mangoes luscious to the taste,

And temple-groves with branches interlaced

Over cool paths – all these their vague dreams shew.


They search the sea for marks of their old shore —

For the tall city, white and turreted —

But only empty waters stretch ahead,

So that at last they turn away once more.

Yet sunken deep where alien polyps throng,

The old towers miss their lost, remembered song.


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