Once in a mews in Innsmouth town
I spied old Esau Marsh and down
A stairway thought I saw him go --
Not so!
For when I went where he had been,
I saw a sight to unnerve men
Who think great Euclid no fool --
A pool!
A patch of lights no eye should see
Pulsating not a yard from me
Which shrank, winked out and left the stone
Alone!
There are dimensions more than three;
To enter them one needs a key
And what old Esau found of late --
A gate!

"The Gate in the Mews" by Meade Frierson III
© 1969 by August Derleth.

First Appearance: The Arkham Collector, Winter 1970 (#6)
First Online Appearance: Nightscapes #4

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