Great elms rise solemnly by slab and mound,
Arched high above a hidden world of yore.
Round all the scene a light of memory plays,
And dead leaves whisper of departed days,
Longing for sights and sounds that are no more.
Перед вами отрывок из стихотворения Говарда Лавкрафта. Кому оно посвящено?