Once upon a time, though time is a poor word for it, hardly a timeless term at all, for time did not yet exist, time was not yet made -...

Picks up the whole horizon, how can it not The weight of the world, wood, and wild Sits upon its very shoulders, that is its lot...

Hands of rich timber, might Divine, With unknown brilliance maketh fine; Alone able to form sea and sky, Eager to give the weary where to...