This land today, shall draw its last breath,
and take into its ancient depths,
this frail reminder of its giant, dreaming self. While I, with human-hindered eyes,
unequal to the sweeping curve of life,
stand on this single print of time. That time, today, no triumph gains,
at this short success of age,
this pale reflection of its brave and
Blundering deed. For I, descend from this vault,
now dreams beyond my earthly fault,
Knowledge, sure, from the seed. This land, today, my tears shall taste,
and take into its dark embrace,
this love, who in my beating heart...more
