In dull green light, down-filtered sick and slow
Through miles of heavy water overhead,
With miles of heavy water yet below,
A ship lies, dead.
Shapeless and broken, swayed from side to side,
The helpless driftwood of an unknown tide.
AMONG THE GODS.
How close the air of valleys, and how close
The teeming little life that harbors there!
For me, I will climb mountains. Up and up,