The Black Riders & Other Lines/Behold, from the land of the farther suns

Behold, from the land of the farther suns

I returned.

And I was in a reptile-swarming place,

Peopled, otherwise, with grimaces,

Shrouded above in black impenetrableness.

I shrank, loathing,

Sick with it.

And I said to him,

"What is this?"

He made answer slowly,

"Spirit, this is a world;

This was your home."