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Phantagraph, v. 6, issue 3, July 1937
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2 The Phantagraph THE PHANTAGRAPH [WITHIN LOGO] THE AMERICAN AMATEUR PRESS ASSOCIATION Editor and publisher: Donald A. Wollheim, 801 West End Ave., New York, N. Y. Member of American and Fantasy Amateur Press Associations. Ex Oblivione By H. P. Lovecraft When the last days were upon me, and the ugly trifles of existence began to drive me to madness like the small drops of water that torturers let fall ceaselessly upon one spot of their victim's body, I loved the irradiate refuge of sleep. In my dreams I found a little of the beauty I had vainly sought in life, and wandered through old gardens and enchanted woods. Once when the wind was soft and scented I heard the south calling, and sailed endlessly and languorously under strange stars. Once when the gentle rain fell I glided in a barge down a sunless stream under the earth till I reached another world of purple twilight, irridescent arbours, and undying roses. And once I walked through a golden valley that led to shadowy groves and ruins, and ended in a mighty wall green with antique vines, and pierced by a little gate of bronze.
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2 The Phantagraph THE PHANTAGRAPH [WITHIN LOGO] THE AMERICAN AMATEUR PRESS ASSOCIATION Editor and publisher: Donald A. Wollheim, 801 West End Ave., New York, N. Y. Member of American and Fantasy Amateur Press Associations. Ex Oblivione By H. P. Lovecraft When the last days were upon me, and the ugly trifles of existence began to drive me to madness like the small drops of water that torturers let fall ceaselessly upon one spot of their victim's body, I loved the irradiate refuge of sleep. In my dreams I found a little of the beauty I had vainly sought in life, and wandered through old gardens and enchanted woods. Once when the wind was soft and scented I heard the south calling, and sailed endlessly and languorously under strange stars. Once when the gentle rain fell I glided in a barge down a sunless stream under the earth till I reached another world of purple twilight, irridescent arbours, and undying roses. And once I walked through a golden valley that led to shadowy groves and ruins, and ended in a mighty wall green with antique vines, and pierced by a little gate of bronze.
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