H. P. L. (1998)

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.