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   Говард Филлипс Лавкрафт
   The Messenger



     The thing, he said, would come in the night at three
     From the old churchyard on the hill below;
     But crouching by an oak fire's wholesome glow,
     I tried to tell myself it could not be.


     Surely, I mused, it was pleasantry
     Devised by one who did not truly know
     The Elder Sign, bequeathed from long ago,
     That sets the fumbling forms of darkness free.


     He had not meant it – no – but still I lit
     Another lamp as starry Leo climbed
     Out of the Seekonk, and a steeple chimed
     Three – and the firelight faded, bit by bit.


     Then at the door that cautious rattling came -
     And the mad truth devoured me like a flame!