When Chaugnar Wakes (1932)

Which gild the edge of space,

Great Chaugnar dreams, and there is hate

And fury on its face.

Beyond the universe of stars

Where red moons wane and swim,

Great Chaugnar stirs, and heaves its bulk

Upon a crater's rim.

Its ropy arms descend to suck

Dark nurture from the deeps

Of lava-pools within a cone

That shines whilst Chaugnar sleeps.

Explorers from the outer stars

Have glimpsed that glowing cone;

Have glimpsed the vast and silent shape

Asleep upon its throne.

Explorers from the world we know

Have seen that shape in dreams;

Have watched its shadow fall and spread

On dim, familiar streams.

When Chaugnar wakes, its mindless hate

Will send it voyaging far;

It may set Sirius adrift,

Or seek a humbler star.

A humbler star with satellites,

Small planets in its train:

And that is why I kneel and kneel