Where the rocks kiss the sun with their infinite peaks, Phantom sky in the gold clouds lounges, Has aeonian Love its unparagoned feast, The musicians are waves and thunders. Here dewdrops from flowers morph into falls, Spilling gaily around with rainbows, And butterflies-stars so enchanting and close, That their whispering …
Where the rocks kiss the sun with their infinite peaks, Phantom sky in the gold clouds lounges, Has aeonian Love its unparagoned feast, The musicians are waves and thunders. Here dewdrops from flowers morph into falls, Spilling gaily around with rainbows, And butterflies-stars so enchanting and close, That their whispering …
Hardly even touching Mantle of white snow, Argent Horse is skirring Through the sylvan road. Striking silver sparkles Turning into stars, Hieing towards moonlight, Cutting path through dark. Streams of brilliant snowflakes Company its way, Trees with crystal branches Farewell its short stay. Blessed who’s ever seen it, Let flash …