Golden was my sight at dawn beheld, Giants scaled at large I slowly bid, Slow were my wings till flight withheld, Mine eyes drooped in mellow avid: I have seen the giants fall and heel, The sun collapse ere light be fraught, I have felt the heat they durst feel. Years roll through smoke and drought, Yet still I remain in this sac of draught, These new species I can't tell apart, Two bulging uppers and one hell a raft! Though I'm thankful I never dart! Yet, here I am, the foolish trot, Had I delayed a second by move, I would not have seen a million years, And this be same by seconds above. Till now those millions past, Glared by passer-bys here and there, Never knowing what story past, Tis sap guarding that story to bear.