1st Edition

'My! Isn't she a beauty?'

I made my last double

'Here she is!' yelled one of them

I went to a bridge I knew

'Oh! My Beauty,' he said, 'so I have found you at last'

I saw a line of men walking towards me

The dogs rushed about

Changed indeed, mysterious, wonderful

The great white road

Guarded, guided by the Spirits of Dead Suns

Then, from between the wardens of the gates, flowed forth the helpers and the guardians seeking their beloved

I, who myself was worshipped as a god