Produced by Anne Reshnyk, Suzanne L. Shell, Charles Franks
and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team
by Lord Dunsany
1915
The Assignation
Charon
The Death of Pan
The Sphinx at Giza
The Hen
Wind and Fog
The Raft-Builders
The Workman
The Guest
Death and Odysseus
Death and the Orange
The Prayer of the Flower
Time and the Tradesman
The Little City
The Unpasturable Fields
The Worm and the Angel
The Songless Country
The Latest Thing
The Demagogue and the Demi-monde
The Giant Poppy
Roses
The Man With the Golden Ear-rings
The Dream of King Karna-Vootra
The Storm
A Mistaken Identity
The True History of the Hare and the Tortoise
Alone the Immortals
A Moral Little Tale
The Return of Song
Spring In Town
How the Enemy Came to Thlunrana
A Losing Game
Taking Up Picadilly
After the Fire
The City
The Food of Death
The Lonely Idol
The Sphinx in Thebes (Massachusetts)
The Reward
The Trouble in Leafy Green Street
The Mist
Furrow-Maker
Lobster Salad
The Return of the Exiles
Nature and Time
The Song of the Blackbird
The Messengers
The Three Tall Sons
Compromise
What We Have Come To
The Tomb of Pan
Fame singing in the highways, and trifling as she sang, with sordidadventurers, passed the poet by.
And still the poet made for her little chaplets of song, to deck herforehead in the courts of Time: and still she wore instead the worthlessgarlands, that boisterous citizens flung to her in the ways, made out ofperishable things.
And after a while whenever these garlands died the poet came to herwith his chaplets of song; and still she laughed at him and wore theworthless wreaths, though they always died at evening.
And one day in his bitterness the poet rebuked her, and said to her:"Lovely Fame, even in the highways and the byways you have notforeborne to laugh and shout and jest with worthless men, and I havetoiled for you and dreamed of you and you mock me and pass me by."
And Fame turned her back on him and walked away, but in departingshe looked over her shoulder and smiled at him as she had not smiledbefore, and, almost speaking in a whisper, said:
"I will meet you in the graveyard at the back of the Workhouse in ahundred years."
Charon leaned forward and rowed. All things w