Across the Blue Mountains


    Far down the reach a creeping mist
    Hung dim along the mountain side;
    On shadowed water, sleek and whist,
    I let the lazy shallop glide.

    The ripple scarcely cut the green
    That edged the central path of grey.
    I drew the oars, and, all unseen,
    Gave reverent greeting to the day.

    Naked I stood with arms outspread
    That opened wide the gates of dream;
    Then breathless bent my wondering head
    And sprang to meet the silent stream.

    I slid and floated like a seal,
    And bade my senses revel free,
    From cheek to footsole I could feel
    Her soft cool hands caressing me.

    A noise of tiny wavelets woke,
    I quenched my drouth with delicate sips,
    And, as I drank, the surface broke
    In eager kisses on my lips.

    The scented breath of morning turned
    To incense as toward the west
    At last, rock-altar'd, I discerned
    The sunshine on the mountain crest.

    That light of blessing from the sky
    Made us the fuel of its blaze,
    And fragrant bush and stream and I
    Were one aspiring cry of praise.








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