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Phantagraph, v. 9, issue 2, whole 37, August 1941
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The Oldest Fan Magazine still Published THE PHANTAGRAPH (formerly The TFG Bulletin) with which is combined Science Fiction Review, Fantastory, Mind of Man, The Time Traveler, Science Fiction Weekly, The Planeteer, Curious Series, Queer, and others.Edited & published by Donald A. Wollheim, aided and abetted by Robert W. Lowndes and John B. Michel at the Futurian Embassy, 132 West 103 St., New York City, N.Y. Members, Fantasy Amateur Press Association, N.F.F.F., and Cosmian League. Vol. 9 No. 2 August 1941 Whole No. 37 THE BRIDE OF THE SEA A Dull, Dark, Dactylic Delirium in Sixteen Silly Stanzas. by H.P. LOVECRAFT Black loem the orags of the uplands behind me, Dark are the sands of the far-stretching shore. Dim are the pathways and rocks that remind me Sadly of years in the lost Nevermore Soft laps the ocean on wave-polish'd boulder; Sweet is the sound and familiar to me. Here with her head gently bent to my shoulder, Walk'd I with Unda, the Bride of the Sea. Bright was the morn of my youth when I met her, Sweet was the breeze that blew in o'er the brine, Swift was I captur'd in love's strongest fetter, Glad to be hers, and she glad to be mine.
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The Oldest Fan Magazine still Published THE PHANTAGRAPH (formerly The TFG Bulletin) with which is combined Science Fiction Review, Fantastory, Mind of Man, The Time Traveler, Science Fiction Weekly, The Planeteer, Curious Series, Queer, and others.Edited & published by Donald A. Wollheim, aided and abetted by Robert W. Lowndes and John B. Michel at the Futurian Embassy, 132 West 103 St., New York City, N.Y. Members, Fantasy Amateur Press Association, N.F.F.F., and Cosmian League. Vol. 9 No. 2 August 1941 Whole No. 37 THE BRIDE OF THE SEA A Dull, Dark, Dactylic Delirium in Sixteen Silly Stanzas. by H.P. LOVECRAFT Black loem the orags of the uplands behind me, Dark are the sands of the far-stretching shore. Dim are the pathways and rocks that remind me Sadly of years in the lost Nevermore Soft laps the ocean on wave-polish'd boulder; Sweet is the sound and familiar to me. Here with her head gently bent to my shoulder, Walk'd I with Unda, the Bride of the Sea. Bright was the morn of my youth when I met her, Sweet was the breeze that blew in o'er the brine, Swift was I captur'd in love's strongest fetter, Glad to be hers, and she glad to be mine.
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