Within this world, the gloom withheld,

A people from a hidden place,

Came and went, as though compelled,

by some god's forsaken grace.

Time marked them, but unobserved,

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forsaken by the gods they served

Like whirls of dust, they passed us by,

cloud temples with their columns blown—

they vanished into the blue sky,

and died unmourned, lost and alone.