"Smith, Clark Ashton - The Isle Of Saturn" - читать интересную книгу автора (Smith Clark Ashton)

Over him with ripening clusters; and black ivy
Plaits his golden beard uncombed.

Others there are sleeping. . . . Will they haply waken-
Monstrous phantoms, striding down from fell and highland,
Crawling like to rivered lava through the dale-beds?-
Gods who rose and reigned and died before the Titans,
Lying in topless tombs undomed.