Where They Lie
Once above those mountains
Shew the colors I knew.
I felt sure I felt the
Rotation of the Earth,
And how it flew,
‘Cross Sagan-star’d stories
No one now remembers.
And the yore-man’s worries
That no one remembers.
They salute,
As ev’ren:
“Here comes the nomad!” when
Heavens wheel new,
And pitch a pledge ‘neath heel.
The ground retreats from me.
Yet the silver bell peals!
Rising up high, I see
Where they lie:
The mountains.