"Bow down: I am the emperor of dreams;

I crown me with the million-colored sun

Of secret worlds incredible, and take 

Their trailing skies for vestment when I soar,

Throned on the mounting zenith, and illume 

The spaceward-flown horizons infinite. 

Like rampant monsters roaring for their glut," 

from The Hashish Eater -Or- The Apocalypse Of Evil -

by Clark Aston Smith