Untitled (From my people I went)

From my people I went
To the land hinted
In primrose and bluebell tint
In the song sung or printed
I turned eastward to find
A land pledged
To no daemon of the mind
By no destiny edged.
With the spear of a laugh
In my thought,
In my soul the indestructable [sic] stuff - 
A dream that is naught.
I found the god-spewed
Beautiful hidden
In a place evening-[lewd]
Like a white egg in a midden.