Up the rock-rough bottom of a narrow gorge,

Out of the darkness of forgotten dream

I climbed. The stones slipped. I was gigantic,

Head, hands, wrists three times the daytime bulk,

So at a doorway in the stony wall

Leading to light and warmth and merry sound

I could look in but could not pass. Despair,

The heaviness of loss and terror dragged

At my feet and shook my knees and belly.

And then one pointed me the shingle hung

Beside the door, the checkered circle drawn.

Go back, begin again and follow these,"

A voice said, "Missing not one, then enter

To your reward, not otherwise." I slept.