Art Bears - The Slave lyrics

Once as the sun was setting A slave came to the gate Day dying. On its fiery tongue An obol lay Of copper spun. Then did we dream? Or were our houses Lambent gold? In Winter's pool Did glory pa** And hold us speechless In its spell? Where he had fallen, Used and cast aside, All he had touched Was trembling and alive – each life is present In this way: Each fashioned thing Speaks of its change.