Meadow and Mountain 



Commingling with the sough 



Of magic mountain breeze, 

 And stealing soft o'er flinty bluff, 



Where sighed the cedar trees, 

 The matins of the morn 



Escaped the waking bird 

 While baying hound and blaring horn 



In trance of joy I heard. 

 Then suddenly there fell 



Upon the mountain's crest 

 A cloud that stretched to utmost dell, 



And spread from east to west; 

 When heaven's artillery broke 



In lightning, wind, and rain, 

 Till every mountain gorge did choke 



With floods that sought the plain; 

 Then reigned the hush of death, 



Save where the currents flowed, 

 Swollen and swift, to reach the heath 



Where thirsty cattle lowed. 



