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"When Chaugnar Wakes"

A billion miles beyond the sunsWhich gild the edge of space,Great Chaugnar dreams, and there is hateAnd fury on its face.Beyond the universe of starsWhere red moons wane and swim,Great Chaugnar stirs, and heaves its bulkUpon a crater's rim.Its ropy arms descend to suckDark nurture from the deepsOf lava-pools within a coneThat shines whilst Chaugnar sleeps.Explorers from the outer starsHave glimpsed that glowing cone;Have glimpsed the vast and silent shapeAsleep upon its throne.Explorers from the world we knowHave seen that shape in dreams;Have watched its shadow fall and spreadOn dim, familiar streams.When Chaugnar wakes, its mindless hateWill 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 kneelBefore Great Chaugnar's fane.