THE HOLY MOUNTAINS

The holy mountains,

The gay streams,

Heavy shadows,

And tall, trembling trees;

The light that sleeps

Between the heavy shadows,

Wind that creeps

Faintly, from far-off seas ——

The mountains’ light,

Waters’ noise,

Trees’ shadows,

Clear, slow, calm air,

Are dreams, dreams,

And far, far-fallen echoes

Of secret worlds

And inconceivable dark seas.