29
“They sang, ‘Return! Return! We are the lust
That was before the world and still shall be
When your last law is trampled into dust,
We are the mother swamp, the primal sea
Whence the dry land appeared. Old, old are we.
It is but a return ... it’s nothing new,
Easy as slipping on a well-worn shoe.’
30
“And then there came warm mouths and finger-tips