I mete a dream.

There is no other

Way.

 .

Seer

Earth's phantom bloom,

The eidolon's hue.

.

The worm is on

Her iron cheek.

.

The visible on

Her womb of speak.

.

O orbic overflowing,

Eidolon everlasting!

.

Talk the noiseless

Splendour of grass

.

Glean the harvest,

Earth-eidolon,

.

Amongst this lay,

I veil

My golden sheaths.