Ougabalys

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Ougabalys by Clark Ashton Smith



In billow-lost Poseidonis

I was the god Ougabalys:

My three horns were of similor

Above my double diadem,

My one eye was a moon-wan gem

Found in a monstrous meteor.


Incredible far peoples came,

Called by the thunders of my fame,

And fleetly passed my terraced throne,

Where titan pards and lions stood,

As pours a never-lapsing flood

Before the wind of winter blown.



Before me, many a chorister

Made offering of alien myrrh,

And copper-bearded sailors brought,

From isles of ever-foaming seas,

Enormous lumps of ambergris

And corals intricately wrought.



Below my glooming architraves,

One brown eternal file of slaves

Came in from mines of chalcedon,

And camels from the long plateaux

Laid down their sard and peridoz,

Their incense and their cinnamon.



But now, within my sunken walls,

The slow blind ocean-serpent crawls,

And sea-worms are my ministers;

And wondering fishes pass me now,

Or press before mine eyeless brow

As once the thronging worshipers.