Mindless we lived and mindless we loved And mindless at last we died; And deep in the rift of the Caradoc drift We slumbered side by side. The world … - Langdon Smith

Yet happy we lived and happy we loved,
And happy we died once more;
Our forms were rolled in the clinging mold
Of a Neocomian shore. The eons came and the eons fled And the sleep that wrapped us fast
Was riven away in a newer day And the night of death was past.

Then I hid me close to the reedy tarn,
Where the mammoth came to drink;
Through brawn and bone I drave the stone And slew him upon the brink.

God wrought our souls from the Tremadoc beds And furnished them wings to fly;
We sowed our spawn in the world's dim dawn, And I know that it shall not die,
Though cities have sprung above the graves Where the crook–bone men made war
And the ox–wain creaks o'er the buried caves Where the mummied mammoths are.