Deeps Of Time Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Morning of new light where everything's from
The whole greenness of the infinite leaf
In its innumerable hours and lived brief
Every struggle and conquering way of some
Deeps of time to the awaken newly
Each distance of the exultation run
The twilights of metallurgic torrents sun
Desolated shades and shores unduly

Glaciers that encircle the unmovable land
Where the abandoned fathomed had once lived
Threshed fields of the endowment solitude
Each mineral root to grow and understand
That through harvest time had given and thrived
With its refinements threading and crude