In misty dreams and shadowed memories Of fabled cities I have dwelt apace And from strange lakes set round with Guardian Trees Have slacked my thirst, and scornful of the face Of harshful reality have stooped to trace Dark figures on the sands of alien quays In crystal splendor I have spanned the seas And clothed myself in legendary grace In Idris I have dwelt where Serpent Stones And flowers of dusty violet merge to form A glimmering gate of wonder, whereto bones Of a warrior dead are gathered in a storm Of whirling clouds and cauldron flames and roar Beneath the sky where great ravens soar