In this decayed hole among the mountains385 In the faint moonlight, the grass is singing Over the tumbled graves, about the chapel There is the empty chapel, only the winds home. Wordsworth, W. Tristan und Isolde, I, verses 58. 190. Pervigilium Veneris. And we shall play a game of chess, Pressing lidless eyes and waiting for a knock upon the door. .. Lucy Moore, author Into the Canyon: Seven Years in Navajo Country and Common Ground on Hostile Turf: Stories from an Environmental Mediator We know the story of the men who built Las Vegas, but what about the industrialists who supplied its energy? "Unreal City" by Judith Nies is a four-decade long investigation into a battle for the rights to 21 billion tons of coal beneath Black Mesa in Arizona . Indeed, so deeply am I indebted, Miss Westons book will elucidate the difficulties of the poem much better than my notes can do; and I recommend it (apart from the great interest of the book itself) to any who think such elucidation of the poem worth the trouble. THE BURIAL OF THE DEAD Line 20 Cf.