Ebony and Crystal: Poems in Verse and Prose

by Clark Ashton Smith

Turn to a qualmish sickness in my veins!

THE GHOUL

And who art thou?—Some white-faced fool of God,

With wings that emulate the giddy bird,

And bloodless mouth forever filled with psalms

In lieu of honest victuals!*** Askest thou

My name? I am the Ghoul Necromalor:

In new-made graves I delve for sustenance,

As Man within his turnip-fields: I take

For table the uprooted slab, that bears