The Roof of the World.

“Ere the first blush of morning's rose

Had reddened the eternal snows,

I plunged the pines among,

And came down thro’ the forest sons

In their deep-ranked battalions

With practised steps and strong.

“Then heard I from the plateau rock

A lowing cow and a crowing cock —

Thin sounds in upper air.

And far below at the valley's end

I saw the morning smoke ascend

That showed me men were there.

“Ho! you lads, arouse, arouse!

He is descended to your house

Of whom wild legend ran.

On the roof of the world I dwelt five year,

Go, tell your master I am here

To be his serving-man.

“Ho! all you folk, I climbed above

The boundaries of hate and love.

Ho! such an one was I —

The wind it whistled to my bone.

I was alone, alone, alone

With the mountains and the sky.

“It is a timeless land and still;

The heavens slowly like a wheel

Revolve themselves around;

There are two rulers in that place;

Eternity sits throned by space;

Their law is without sound.

“Ho! you folk, such feats I did

On the world's roof the snow amid,

Ho! such an one as I —

I matched the wild goat in my race,

And underneath the long wise face

I pulled the beard awry.

“Five years I sported undismayed,

But suddenly I was afraid,

Yea, fearfully amazed.

I saw the eye of a dying hare;

Infinity was mirrored there

Ere it was wholly glazed.

“And this shall be my daily good,

To draw your water, hew your wood,

And lighten all your need;

To do your sowing and your tilling;

But to be bright and always willing,

And have no other creed.”

All bronzed and bearded was his face;

He had a rapture and a grace

From living in the wild;

As he stared around and strangely spoke

He lookèd not like other folk,

But as an eager child.