The Valley of the Vision

It lies beyond the mountain and the mist

            Beneath the station of the evening-star

            Where the disordered morning-shadows are,

And where the narrow-banded light persists

            Long after sunset, when the woods are dark

                        By the gray waters and the winds increase –

                                    Bounded by indeterminable lands.

            Through whose expanse of lifeless dusk no spark

                        Vexes the tired eyes that dream in peace,

                                    No labor claims the loose, remitted lands.

Prosser Hall Frye

The Kiote, April 1898