 | Mansoul or The Riddle of the World |  |
We felt our steps restrained, where rose above us,
An upland Plain and desolate wilderness;
Far from the paths of men, in Merlins glass.
One of the great waste places of the Earth.
In Winter chill, in Summer the Suns Hearth.
Whereon there falléth seld a life-giving rain:
An upland Plain and desolate wilderness;
Far from the paths of men, in Merlins glass.
One of the great waste places of the Earth.
In Winter chill, in Summer the Suns Hearth.
Whereon there falléth seld a life-giving rain:
A weary ground, which seldom shadowed is,
Of any cloud; which stiffened lies as bronze:
A glowing grit, únder Suns fervent gaze;
Or scalding sand. The lean Inheritánce;
Of men that dwell, disherited of the World,
In wandring Tribes: sith World began, remained
Unsown; wherein the locust is brought forth.
Of any cloud; which stiffened lies as bronze:
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Or scalding sand. The lean Inheritánce;
Of men that dwell, disherited of the World,
In wandring Tribes: sith World began, remained
Unsown; wherein the locust is brought forth.
Void silent sólitude: Líke unto a Strand,
By day and thé clear starry night alíke;
Of the éverlasting Gulf of Heavens Height.
A dewless Coast, whereas few rusty ribs;
Craigs of wild goats be seen, of shapeless rocks.
By day and thé clear starry night alíke;
Of the éverlasting Gulf of Heavens Height.
A dewless Coast, whereas few rusty ribs;
Craigs of wild goats be seen, of shapeless rocks.
| Mansoul or The Riddle of the World | |