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XVII. A Memory

There were great steppes, and rocky table-landsStretching half-limitless in starlit night,With alien campfires shedding feeble lightOn beasts with tinkling bells, in shaggy bands.Far to the south the plain sloped low and wideTo a dark zigzag line of wall that layLike a huge python of some primal dayWhich endless time had chilled and petrified.I shivered oddly in the cold, thin air,And wondered where I was and how I came,When a cloaked form against a campfire's glareRose and approached, and called me by my name.Staring at that dead face beneath the hood,I ceased to hope – because I understood.