56 Monk and Nun 
Out upon the lake's broad surface, 
Strong arms send the light boat flying. 
Now the sun has met the forest, 
Now the breeze has sighed and slumbered, 
Now the whip-poor-will is calling, 
Now at last the lake is placid. 
Suddenly within the waters 
Seems to grow a mighty figure, 
Holding high an awful forehead. 
Reaching far two arms of granite. 
Ah ! they clasp the lake between them, 
They enfold it, and the lover 
Seems to fill the lake's whole being 
With his beauty, with his power, 
With his all-demanding presence. 
So the answer to the question 
Asked at dawn has come at twilight, 
And the lake's mysterious lover 
Is Chocorua, the mountain. 
