[origin: 14th century; Middle English, region of the earth, from Late Latin clima, from Greek klima]
I found an altar in a misty land
Where only dreamers’ feet have ever trod,
Where asphodels by ghostly winds were fanned
I found the altar of an ancient god.
Slim fluted marble pillars ringed the shrine,
The dim acanthus bloomed along the pave,
And close behind the sapphire altar, nine
Strange harps unseen a vibrant echo gave.
Then up inhuman heights my eyes were drawn,
Till suns were embers far below my feet,
And in my hair was twined the rose of dawn
Beyond that clime where light and darkness meet.
Yet light was not, nor night, nor heat nor cold;
A million leagues below the feet of me
I saw a billion dagger points of gold—
They were the stars which men look up to see!
A cosmic wind upon my shoulders tore
And hurled me suddenly into the night
And as I heard the void about me roar,
I caught at burning moons to stay my flight.
[from “Mad Meg Gill”; to read the complete poem, see The Collected Poetry of Robert E. Howard, p. 173]