And deep in a rift of the Caradoc drift
We slumbered side by side.
The world turned on in the lathe of time,
The hot lands heaved amain,
Till we caught our breath from the womb of death,
And crept into light again.
III
We were Amphibians, scaled and tailed
And drab as a dead man’s hand;
We coiled at ease ’neath the dripping trees,