Dream of the Mountaintop

Five furlongs luscious forest bade
Some shade and place to rest,
After the journey I had made,
And make towards the crest,
Those snow-begirded iron peaks
Which loom o’er land and vale,
Where sprout a myriad of creeks
Which down the mountain sail,
Where glaciers melt to cadet streams
Which seep down steep ravines
And sunlight in the snowdrift gleams
And glitters in between
Pale rocks of valour, standing there
For eons keeping watch,
Up high in free and blitheful air,
Where eagles bring their catch.
But now the forest first enshrouds
With quietude and bliss
The tired wanderer who is me,
And bids him reminisce.