Once upon a strange planet, I dithered without care or permit,
Over many canyons, sheer and bright--
While I delved, nearly plummeting, suddenly there came a howling,
As if some creature was hunting, thirsting in broad daylight.
“Tis but wind,” I muttered, “howling in broad daylight--
Only this and nothing more.”
Terribly wrong I think back now;
As each howl brought a spectre unto the fore.
I wished the contrary--it was but pecuniary
From the darkest shadow--shadow hand of Charon--
Took and soil, the shadow of Charon--
Golden as King Midas.