Of Howard and the Fantasy Authors

Epigrammata, I

A vision of futures seized them there
A strong wine beyond Dionysian chare
Not to be taken in revels, hope so pure
That it kills, to see a world with a cure
For sadness while tragedy waxes strong
To joy in mereness of right and wrong
And extend beyond strange stars as guide
What becomings thus beyond it lied
Without God, Howard saw it and died.