As one turned round on some high mountain top

As one turned round on some high mountain top

Views all things as they are, but out of place,

Reversing recognition, so I trace

Dimly those dreams of youth and love and stop

Blindly; for in such mood landmarks and ways

That we have trodden all our lives and know

We seem not to have known and cannot guess:

Like one who told his footsteps over to me

In the opposite world and where he wandered through

Whilst the hot wind blew from the sultry north —

Forests that give no shade, and bottomless

Sands where the plummet sinks as in the sea,

Saw the sky struck by lightning from the earth,

Rain salt like blood, and flights of fiery snow.

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