White clouds, whose shadows haunt the deep, O isles of calm, O dark, still wood, And stiller skies, that overbrood O shapes and hues, dim beckoning, through To stiller sea and greener land, And softer lights and airs more bland, Transfused through you, O mountain friends, I read each misty mountain sign, Life's burdens fall, its discords cease; I lapse into the glad release Of nature's own exceeding peace. II. EVENING Yon mountain's side is black with night; The moon, slow-rounding into sight, On the hushed inland sea looks down. How rising moons shine sad and mild And purple mountains lead the day; Nor laughing girl, nor bearding boy, Nor full-pulsed manhood, lingering here, Shall add to life's abounding joy The charmed repose to suffering dear: Still waits kind Nature to impart 35 40 |