All nurture that thou hast Was once as thou, and fed with lips made fast On Death, whose Sateless mouth it fed in turn.
"The Star-Treader and other poems"
Clark Ashton Smith
Who looks too long in the twilight, Or the dawn-light, or the noon-light, Who sees an anchor lifted And hungers past content, Shall pack his chest for the world's end, For alien sun-or moonlight, And follow the wind, Sateless, To Disillusionment!
"Sea Poems"
Cale Young Rice
Far from thy border The lawless disorder That Sateless of evil shall reign; Far from thy dwelling, The dear blood welling, That taints thine own hearth with the slain.
"Literary and General Lectures and Essays"
Charles Kingsley