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IV. Recognition

The day had come again, when as a childI saw – just once – that hollow of old oaks,Grey with a ground-mist that enfolds and chokesThe slinking shapes which madness has defiled.It was the same – an herbage rank and wildClings round an altar whose carved sign invokesThat Nameless One to whom a thousand smokesRose, aeons gone, from unclean towers up-piled.I saw the body spread on that dank stone,And knew those things which feasted were not men;I knew this strange, grey world was not my own,But Yuggoth, past the starry voids – and thenThe body shrieked at me with a dead cry,And all too late I knew that it was I!