When On The White Mount Of The White Sides Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

When on the White Mount of the White Sides
The first roll of thunder hoot to the large clouds
That cover the bare beauty of the mountain as it disrobes
And hug the mountain sides and densify
With every moment of the growling storm
And when white pours down the sides
From the peaks of wonder
The white as milk shall roll
Down the back of the mountain
And down the front then part of the clouds
On seeing this paradise shall dissolve crying
‘Pity to cover such wild beauty to the eyes'