O, Summit Bridge!
The highest ridge
Thou leapest the canal o'er,
Like to a buck
In spring time pluck
Leaping in Love's bold valour!

Deep down we looked,
While Stella shooked
At vessel and propeller,
And said: " O, high
As in the sky! " —
Then Stella looked real stellar.

The peach vans past
And o'er us cast
A scent like love's first breathing,
Or first child's milk
In bosom's silk,
Its dream disturbed by teething.

And each to each
We bit the peach
Of our dear partner's beauty,
Life's gorge above
In trusting love,
And youth's possession fruity.

Like Life's bright ray,
Perspective lay
The stream to locks descending
On either Bay,
Like our lives' way,
Commingling till their ending.

Long levels lie
In our By and By,
Deep down may descend our plummet,
But our love the first,
And the first babe nursed,
Are the high bridge over the Summit.