- 12 (Fungi from Yuggoth by Howard Phillips Lovecraft)
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XII. The Howler
They told me not to take the Briggs Hill path
That used to be the highroad through to Zoar,
For Goody Watkins, hanged in seventeen-four,
Had left a certain monstrous aftermath.
Yet when I disobeyed, and had in view
The vine-hung cottage by the great rock slope,
I could not think of elms or hempen rope,
But wondered why the house still seemed so new.
Stopping a while to watch the fading day,
I heard faint howls, as from a room upstairs,
When through the ivied panes one sunset ray
Struck in, and caught the howler unawares.
I glimpsedand ran in frenzy from the place,
And from a four-pawed thing with human face.
