Ancient
The sky is cold as pearl
Over a milk-white land.
The snow seems older than Time,
Though it fell through a dreaming, and
Will vanish itself as a dream
At the dimmest touch of a hand.
Out of a timeless world
Shadows fall upon Time,
From a beauty older than earth
A ladder the soul may climb.
I climb by the phantom stair
To a whiteness older than Time.
Over a milk-white land.
The snow seems older than Time,
Though it fell through a dreaming, and
Will vanish itself as a dream
At the dimmest touch of a hand.
Out of a timeless world
Shadows fall upon Time,
From a beauty older than earth
A ladder the soul may climb.
I climb by the phantom stair
To a whiteness older than Time.
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