The Mountaintop*

The Mountaintop[1]

 

-In Admiration of John Keats-

 

I stood upon a mountaintop

And gazed upon the vale;

 

I watched the sun sink in the hills

And wonder did prevail

 

'It is a grace,' I muttered then;

‘It is both night and day,'

 

Then started back upon a path

That led me on my way.

 

I stood upon a mountaintop

And shivered in the chill

 

That seizes hearts like icy hands

That clutch what ones they will

 

'It is a grace,' I muttered then,

‘It is both night and day,

 

Then started out upon a path

That led another way.