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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
