H.P.L.

Outside the time-dimension, and outside The ever-changing spheres and shifting spaces - Though the mad planet and its wrangling races This moment be destroyed - he shall abide And on immortal quests and errands ride In cryptic service to the kings of Pnath, Herald or spy, on the many-spangled path With gulfs below, with muffled gods for guide. Some echo of his voice, some vanished word Follows the light with equal speed, and spans The star-set limits of the universe, Returning and returning, to be heard When all the present worlds and spheres disperse, In other Spicas, other Aldebarans.