water spun from silver streams
eagles on the shallow shore
pale mornings, pearl beams,
storms that echo thunder's roar

twilight cloaking mountain peaks
islands steep with plunging cliffs,
chiding waves and winds that sweep,
boughs caught in the summer drift

frothy tides and golden limbs
blinding light to taint the chill,
floating idly, fish that swim,
and watching them just for the thrill.