The Vagrant of Time

by Charles G.D. Roberts




AS ONCE by Hybna's emerald flow
     The goatboy saw in dream
The old gods to their hunting go,
     And heard their eagles scream,
So I, by Nashwaak's amber stream,

     See gods and heroes pass,
While these drab days and deeds but seem
     Like shadows in a glass.

But when a thousand years are done
     My eyes, unsealed, will know

Beauty and glory new begun
     As in the long ago;
And then, astonished, I shall know
     The splendor of To-day,
When men outdare the old gods, and grow
     In reach more vast than they.