Summer Hillside

Its steep sides rose

to the stormy star-path;

Its rounded flanks

seemed to reach the horizon.

Menacing clouds

hid the mountain-top;

Rain ran in rivulets

to the roots of the rise.

Eagles called

on the airy heights;

Robins sang

in the rushy glen.

Snow capped the peaks,

despite summer’s heat;

Broad-boughed trees

blossomed below.