An ode.it reads:
What! The mazy meandering path,
That walk across the Wintermark
Whose trail trod a widening swath
The Summermere's image stark
Made there a sunlit flashing spark?
The walk, said he, beneath the tower
Whose ebon countenance does gaze
Whose eyeless windows glower
Whose shadow cuts the foggy haze
Beside the Summermere's ways?
Go not there, he said with care
For the trail goes under the mountain
Beyond the Pearlsand's choking air
Into the shadowed water fallen
To the heart of Goldmight's fountain.
And from there the Nightlit's purple eyes
Show visions made of jeweled flashes
Show imaginations, prophecies, lies
Beneath the Earthman's falling lashes
Nightlit is fed by Goldmight's ashes.
And the path is fiery and is cold
The heat of Goldmight's breaking heart
Makes the skin and lungs feel old
Until the last Earthman's sagging cart
At the Chilldark's borders part.
There the wood-gate lies in state
Frozen cold by Hazmel's spells
Who fears Verda the Queen called great
Whose home is under Ironwells,
Hazmel who fears the ringing bells.
And tell not any of the magnetic rocks
That are in the heart of the Livingdeep
Beneath the sacred leaves and stalks
Where the elders of each unmute beast
At night a solemn vigil keep.
And fear old Hazmel, Yonder Knight,
And Livingdeep while still she lives
Keeps vigils with these all at night
And hopes his wrath one day forgives
And to her children blessing gives.
And fear they all the purple hood
Who comes and goes without a sound
And searches that old virgin wood
And paces gently the Aspenmound
Until her charge at last be found.
But I see clearly now the roving kind
Have you among their merry number
Keep my wandering words in mind
See them in blood's musky umber
Let them echo like calling thunder!