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Three times Randolph Carter dreamed of the marvelous city, and three times was he snatched away while still he paused on the high terrace above it. All golden and lovely it blazed in the sunset, with walls, temples, colonnades and arched bridges of veined marble, silver-basined fountains of prismatic spray in broad squares and perfumed gardens, and wide streets marching between delicate trees and blossom-laden urns and ivory statues in gleaming rows; while on steep northward slopes climbed tiers of red roofs and old peaked gables harbouring little lanes of grassy cobbles.

H. P. Lovecraft, The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath

Gulf of Dreams

Upon these streets familiar, yet unknown
I walk again, in a city like my own
'Mongst colours aflame: a season set to change—
Façades that shift within my vision's range.

Becoming manifest within a gulf of dreams
Lands alight with flaming star-wrought beams.
I stride in wakened rest, through half-known lands it seems,
Nurtured by clear glist'ning lunar streams.

I see again these places that I've known,
To swim through air, into heights and chasms thrown
to learn anew life's lesson thaught in vain.
Ever-changing knowledge there to gain.

Becoming manifest within a gulf of dreams
Lands alight with flaming star-wrought beams.
I stride in wakened rest, through half-known lands it seems,
Nurtured by clear glist'ning lunar streams.


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