We stalked and ran with endless time, Knee deep in rains of muck, grew lost In tails of the always new, overreached By trammeled spots, dotting, red wings From black birds, knobby toads, garter Snakes that shocked, marigold swamp And we bolted above ruddy moccasins, As ever wet, holey, dying for new days, Gleaming in the swelters of the horse- Fly sun, in the giants' grasses, we were Heroes by the falls of light, glow, dusky Bold, joys travail and dewy eyes echoed With sprite flashes by the flies that fired. And all our conquests— writ in the wind. .