No human foot-print here before my own!
And it is strange to come so far—alone—
So far into this frozen forest world
Of moonlight and of shadow and deep snow,
And things I do not know,
That strike the civil vestments from my soul—
As if all law-born years were backward hurled
Toward some dim and other pole—
Some brute primordial reign
Whose voice was terror and whose life was pain.