"Let the red dawn surmise
What we shall do,
When this blue starlight dies
And all is through."
"At the same moment he raised his head and looked at me. Instantly I thought of a coffin-worm. Whatever it was about the man that repelled me I did not know, but the impression of a plump white grave-worm was so intense and nauseating that I must have shown it in my expression, for he turned his puffy face away with a movement which made me think of a disturbed grub in a chestnut."
The Yellow Sign, by Robert W. Chambers