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.