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Tir-nan-Og was fair-locked Fand’s,

sober men saw from a gull’s-road wain

the thunderous light on Wonderstrands.

Such clanging countries in cloudland lie;

but men grew weary and they grew sane

and they grew grown — and so did I —

and knew Tartessus was only in Spain.

No galleons called at Taprobane

(Ceylon, with English); no queenly hands

wear gold from Punt; nor sees the Dane

the thunderous light on Wonderstrands.

Ahoy, Prince Andros Horizen’s-bane!

They always wait, the elven lands.

An evening planet gives again

the thunderous light on Wonderstrands.

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Обложка журнала "The Magazine of Fantasy and Science Fiction", October 1958