Fungi from Yuggoth

Sails out of lnnsmouth! echoing old renown Of long-dead times. But now a too-swift night Is closing in, and I have reached the height Whence I so often scan the distant town. The spires and roofs are there—but look! The gloom Sinks on dark lanes, as lightless as the tomb!

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