Mountain Path
Soaring summits
on the sinister side;
Darksome depths
on the dexter hand.
Soaring summits
to the sun’s-path ascended;
Darksome depths
plunged to Death’s domain.
Sharp breezes sashayed
among sheer drops;
Bright the fair-wheel
in the blazing sky.
Eagles cried
in the upper air;
Larks sang alarms
in lower lands.
Rock-rabbits romped
on ragged aretes;
Lizards lay
on lighted ledges.
Every summit seemed
to stay the sun;
Every chasm seemed a path
to the core of the world.
Passes lay poised
between peak and pit;
Roads awry,
like roots, around rocks.
The sun’s-path was full
of snow-capped mountains;
Crisp cold streams
ran crystal-clear.
Light breezes caressed
the blossoming fields;
Meadows gleamed
with multitudes of flowers.
Slabs of stone
shone slaty-blue;
Pine-trees seemed
to pierce the peaks’-pane.