They do not live in the world,
Are not in time and space.
From birth to death hurled No word do they have, not one To plant a foot upon,
Were never in any place.
For with names the world was called Out of the empty air,
With names was built and walled,
Line and circle and square,
Dust and emerald;
Snatched from deceiving death By the articulate breath.
But these have never trod Twice the familiar track,
Never never turned back Into the memoried day.
All is new and near In the unchanging Here Of the fifth great day of God,
That shall remain the same,
Never shall pass away.
On the sixth day we came
