I fellowed sleep who kissed me in the brain,
Let fall the tear of time;the sleeper's eye,
Shifting to light,turned on me like a moon.
So,planing-heeled,I flew along my man
And dropped on dreaming and the upward sky.
I fled the earth and,naked,climbed the weather,
Reaching a second ground far from the stars;
And there we wept.I and a ghostly other,
My mothers-eyed ,upon the tops of trees;
I fled that ground as lightly as a feather.
'My fathers' globe knocks on its nave and sings'.
'This that we tread was,too,your fathers' land.'
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