Classic Poem

Here in this lonely place four friends we are.
Deep in the mountain's stony bosom rise
The springs that feed the mirror of the skies,
Wherein the Man, the Mountain, and the Star
So near together here, and there so far,
In close companionship in silence deep,
Imaged upon the crystal surface sleep,
The mortal Man, the Mountain and the Star.

And there they mingle in a long caress,
And there each finds at last what each has sought,
And gives to each what once to each was given;
The Mountain gives his strength and steadfastness,
Earth's child his purity, the child of heaven
His brightness, and the child of man his thought.