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.