A quiet way

It was a quiet way –

He asked if I was His –

I made no answer of the

Tongue,

But answer of the Eyes –

And then he bore me on

Before this mortal noise

With Swiftness as of Chariots

And distance – as of Wheels –

This World did drop away

As Counties – from the feet

Of Him that leaneth in

Balloon –

Opon an Ether Street –

The Gulf behind – was not –

The Continents – were new –

Eternity – it was – before

Eternity was due –

No Seasons were – to us –

It was not Night – nor

Noon –

For Sunrise – stopped opon

the Place –

And fastened it – in Dawn.