Eld

Grady McMurtry

11 March 1945

It is told in sagas and songs of old

That strange men dwelled on the world’s high roof

And held strange commerce with gods aloof

When our Earth was young—and before the Cold.

And the stories tell of a fairey gold

That was bartered for garments of elvin woof,

For sequined jewels—but there is no proof—

So who is to know if the truth were told?

The dream worlds touch on those years of our eld

And hearty dreamers may voyage at will—

Through lands the waking have never beheld

They storm with their thunder winged steeds uphill

Up valley and mountain and icy ledge

Spearheading the sky-winds—over the Edge.

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