Reincarnation

I TOO remember distant golden days When even my soul was young; I see the sand Whirl in a blinding pillar towards the band Of orange sky-line 'neath a turquoise blaze— (Some burnt-out sky spread o'er a glistening land) —And slim brown jargoning men in blue and gold, I know it all so well, I understand The ecstasy of worship ages-old.