The
color of the land through which they passed |
Moving
in the slower dusk |
Whatever
wilderness contained there |
So
enfolded in that gaudy house |
As
if it had always been so |
Bound
in a precarious truce |
Now
darkened with advancing day |
Before
nomenclature was |
Pockets
of the sleepers |
Among
their barbarous hosts |
Incandescent
elementals |
Chartless
reckonings |
Witness
these arrivals |
Native
to their element |
For
the shade that was in it |