MOULD-COLOURED like the leaf long fallen from br The autumn branch, he rises now, the Fish. br The cold eyes of the gannets see their rock: br He has No-whither. Who was it marked br Earth from the waters? Who br Divided space into such lines for us, br Giving men To and Fro, not Up and Down? br This dweller in the ancient element br Knows Space's cross-road. Who br Closed up the Depth to us? He rises now br Mould-coloured like the leaf long fallen from br The autumn branch, with eyes that are like lamps br Magicians fill with oils from dead men ta'en, br Most rootless of all beings, the Fish.