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In 2004, Hippocampus Press published Out of the Immortal Night-an initial attempt to collect the widely dispersed and largely uncollected work of Samuel Loveman (1887-1976), an associate of H. P. Lovecraft, Ambrose Bierce, Clark Ashton Smith, and others, and an immensely talented poet and bookman in his own right. But that volume was largely restricted to Loveman's poetry, drama, and selected short fiction. Now, editors S. T. Joshi and David E...

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Excerpt from PoemsHush, little brother your heart is fire, Hush, little one and forget, He will not tarry, but wings him higher.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairi...

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Excerpt from Poems In Pierrot's Garden. I There's a lark that's drunken with the daedal moon, And I sing to the shy-fledged singer, Lonesomest thing in the world but one, He bids me wait and linger. Hush, little brother your heart is fire, Hush, little one and forget, He will not tarry, but wings him higher, And my eyes are wet, are wet. II. This is the way the moon comes up From under the glimmering fallow fields, First but the r...