The Seeker

An Appreciation of H. P. Lovecraft

Grady McMurtry

1 February 1944

I’ve sped across the sea of suns

And trailed their veils of white;

I’ve raced the comets in their runs

And—breathless in my flight—

I’ve seen the star-winds pouring o’er

The cataracts of night.

I’ve sought the rare and shining spores

That float in outer space;

And crystal sands on other shores

Have felt my headlong pace;

My eager hand has sought the door

Of which there is no trace.

Somewhere in this immensity—

It may be near or far—

In hollow space—or density

Of some enormous star

I’ll find the treasure of the lore

That made you what you are!

And then I’ll pass across with ease

Where time and space are bent—

Into the worlds where ecstasies

Of mind and thought are spent;

And know the beauty held in store—

And all your poems meant.

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