(13 January 1893-14 August 1961)
One with the stars and singing splendour of the night,
The alchemist of beauty and of bale is gone,
Leaving at last in long-delayed and stately flight
For worlds were never-ending suns of wonder dawn;
Where unicorned chimeras all of crystal fawn
About the breasts of sphinx and succubus asmile;
Where black, profulgent prodigies of horror spawn,
Alone or though the cunning necromantic guile
Of mighty and omniscient mages; where the vial
Of darkly glamorous night has poured its black above
Some Atlantean, enchanted, ocean-founding isle
Where prince and princes prove the philtre-spell of
love...
One with all worlds and things of wonder
Lying lost of space and time
He is at long last gone to claim,
Once more, his native sphere sublime.