
Stands in the open sky,
Counting, as if at his leisure,
The days of Eternity.
The Stream comes down from its Sources,
Afar in the glacial height,
Rushing along through the valley
In loops of silver light.
"What is my duty, O Mountain,
Is it to stand like thee?
Is it, O flashing torrent,
Like thee—to be free?"
The Man utters the questions,
He breathes—he is gone!
The Mountain stands in the heavens,
The Stream rushes on.
In the Selkirks
by Duncan Campbell Scott