In the Neolithic Age savage warfare did I wage
⁠For food and fame and two-toed horses' pelt;
I was singer to my clan in that dim, red Dawn of Man,
⁠And I sang of all we fought and feared and felt.

Yea, I sang as now I sing, when the Prehistoric spring
⁠Made the piled Biscayan ice-pack split and shove;
And the troll and gnome and dwerg, and the Gods of Cliff and Berg
⁠Were about me and beneath me and above.