walking iii

maybe I did snore
in this winded, rocky range,
and the valley of grass,
and the shadow of the range,
and the climb was like the flower of a dream,
the flowers went forever,
but were once this sprawling scene,
    by which I mean to say,
I knew for ever and the first time,
how we climbed the spears of rock,
we pushed aside the tawny wrack,
and the others…