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Title: R.E.H.Author: R. H. BarlowRelease date: May 20, 2010 [eBook #32456]Language: EnglishCredits: Produced by Sankar Viswanathan, Greg Weeks, and the OnlineDistributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net
Title: R.E.H.
Author: R. H. Barlow
Author: R. H. Barlow
Release date: May 20, 2010 [eBook #32456]
Language: English
Credits: Produced by Sankar Viswanathan, Greg Weeks, and the OnlineDistributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net
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Transcriber's Note:This is a tribute poem to Robert E. Howard the creator of Conan.This etext was produced from Weird Tales October 1936. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.
Transcriber's Note:
This is a tribute poem to Robert E. Howard the creator of Conan.
This etext was produced from Weird Tales October 1936. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.
Conan, the warrior king, lies stricken deadBeneath a sky of cryptic stars; the luteThat was his laughter stilled, and sadly muteUpon the chilling earth his youthful head.There sounds for him no more the clamorous fray,But dirges now, where once the trumpet loud:About him press old memories for shroud,And ended is the conflict of the day.Death spilled the blood of him who loved the fightAs men love mistresses, and fought it well—His fair young flesh is marble where he fellWith broken sword that vanquished all but Night;And as of mythic kings our words must speakOf Conan now, who roves where dreamers seek.
Conan, the warrior king, lies stricken deadBeneath a sky of cryptic stars; the luteThat was his laughter stilled, and sadly muteUpon the chilling earth his youthful head.There sounds for him no more the clamorous fray,But dirges now, where once the trumpet loud:About him press old memories for shroud,And ended is the conflict of the day.
Death spilled the blood of him who loved the fightAs men love mistresses, and fought it well—His fair young flesh is marble where he fellWith broken sword that vanquished all but Night;And as of mythic kings our words must speakOf Conan now, who roves where dreamers seek.