Clouds that shuddered
Yesterday
Over Hasting Gardens way
Before the Dawn ushered in the day
Spirit of mountains!
Not mass, but little of it
The rest in wave currents
In energy moves in hiding
Yet from pass to pass it goes
The Spirit of the mountains!
Even so
I would be as you be
Spirit of the Mountains!
And would my verse
More in your spirit be
To cut the chains
And fly away from Earth
Except free mountains
Be
Just
A Spirit of the Mountains!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem