And saw the windows flashing upward past him,—
He slowed his pace a little, and thought with horror
How monstrously that small tree thrust to meet him!...
He slowed his pace a little and remembered his wife.
Was forty, then, too old for work like this?
Why should it be? He’d never been afraid—
His eye was sure, his hand was steady....
But dreams had meanings.
He walked more slowly, and looked along the roofs,
All built by men, and saw the pale blue sky;