Within its gates I heard the soundOf winds in cypress caverns caughtOf huddling tress that moaned, and soughtTo whisper — George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror
Within its gates I heard the soundOf winds in cypress caverns caughtOf huddling tress that moaned, and soughtTo whisper — George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror
Within its gates I heard the soundOf winds in cypress caverns caughtOf huddling tress that moaned, and soughtTo whisper — George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror
Within its gates I heard the soundOf winds in cypress caverns caughtOf huddling tress that moaned, and soughtTo whisper — George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror
Within its gates I heard the soundOf winds in cypress caverns caughtOf huddling tress that moaned, and soughtTo whisper — George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror
Within its gates I heard the soundOf winds in cypress caverns caughtOf huddling tress that moaned, and soughtTo whisper — George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror
Within its gates I heard the soundOf winds in cypress caverns caughtOf huddling tress that moaned, and soughtTo whisper — George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror
Within its gates I heard the soundOf winds in cypress caverns caughtOf huddling tress that moaned, and soughtTo whisper — George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror
Within its gates I heard the soundOf winds in cypress caverns caughtOf huddling tress that moaned, and soughtTo whisper — George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror
Within its gates I heard the soundOf winds in cypress caverns caughtOf huddling tress that moaned, and soughtTo whisper — George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror
Within its gates I heard the soundOf winds in cypress caverns caughtOf huddling tress that moaned, and soughtTo whisper — George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror
Within its gates I heard the soundOf winds in cypress caverns caughtOf huddling tress that moaned, and soughtTo whisper — George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror
Within its gates I heard the soundOf winds in cypress caverns caughtOf huddling tress that moaned, and soughtTo whisper — George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror
Within its gates I heard the soundOf winds in cypress caverns caughtOf huddling tress that moaned, and soughtTo whisper — George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror
Within its gates I heard the soundOf winds in cypress caverns caughtOf huddling tress that moaned, and soughtTo whisper — George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror
Within its gates I heard the soundOf winds in cypress caverns caughtOf huddling tress that moaned, and soughtTo whisper — George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror
Within its gates I heard the soundOf winds in cypress caverns caughtOf huddling tress that moaned, and soughtTo whisper — George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror
Within its gates I heard the soundOf winds in cypress caverns caughtOf huddling tress that moaned, and soughtTo whisper — George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror
Within its gates I heard the soundOf winds in cypress caverns caughtOf huddling tress that moaned, and soughtTo whisper — George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror
Within its gates I heard the soundOf winds in cypress caverns caughtOf huddling tress that moaned, and soughtTo whisper — George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror
Within its gates I heard the soundOf winds in cypress caverns caughtOf huddling tress that moaned, and soughtTo whisper — George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror
Within its gates I heard the soundOf winds in cypress caverns caughtOf huddling tress that moaned, and soughtTo whisper — George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror
Within its gates I heard the soundOf winds in cypress caverns caughtOf huddling tress that moaned, and soughtTo whisper — George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror
Within its gates I heard the soundOf winds in cypress caverns caughtOf huddling tress that moaned, and soughtTo whisper — George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror
Within its gates I heard the soundOf winds in cypress caverns caughtOf huddling tress that moaned, and soughtTo whisper — George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror
Within its gates I heard the soundOf winds in cypress caverns caughtOf huddling tress that moaned, and soughtTo whisper — George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror
Within its gates I heard the soundOf winds in cypress caverns caughtOf huddling tress that moaned, and soughtTo whisper — George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror
Within its gates I heard the soundOf winds in cypress caverns caughtOf huddling tress that moaned, and soughtTo whisper — George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror
Within its gates I heard the soundOf winds in cypress caverns caughtOf huddling tress that moaned, and soughtTo whisper — George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror
Within its gates I heard the soundOf winds in cypress caverns caughtOf huddling tress that moaned, and soughtTo whisper — George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror
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Within its gates I heard the soundOf winds in cypress caverns caughtOf huddling tress that moaned, and soughtTo whisper what their roots had found.(“A Dream of Fear”)

— George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror
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