The Meadow and The Mountain
The meadow and the mountain with
desire ...
Gazed on each other, till a fierce unrest ...
Surged 'neath the meadow's seemingly calm breast, And
all the mountain's fissures ran with fire.
A mighty river rolled between them there. ...
What could the mountain do but gaze and burn? ...
What could the meadow do but look and yearn, And gem
its bosom to conceal despair?
Their seething passion agitated space, ...
Till lo! the lands a sudden earthquake shook, ...
The river fled: the meadow leaped, and took
The leaning mountain in a close embrace.