Figure C11 HOLLOW

We tread a fungous lawn as the wind dies.

The surface? No, but see a cavern vast,

A world inverse, with continental skies,

But not the shapes we know, for here the past

Of Earth survives: the saurians, the last

Of ancient Mu and of Atlantis proud.

Baluchitheria take their high repast

From ginkgo-trees. A twilight without cloud,

Low palaces beneath the starless heaven’s shroud.