Fungi from Yuggoth

Ten miles from Arkham I had struck the trail

That rides the cliff-edge over Boynton Beach ,

And hoped that just at sunset I could reach

The crest that looks on Innsmouth in the vale.

Far out at sea was a retreating sail,

White as hard years of ancient winds could bleach,

But evil with some portent beyond speech,

So that I did not wave my hand or hail.

Sails out of lnnsmouth! echoing old renown

Of long-dead times. But now a too-swift night

Is closing in, and I have reached the height

Whence I so often scan the distant town.

The spires and roofs are there – but look! The gloom

Sinks on dark lanes, as lightless as the tomb!