esperanto mountaintops

when suddenly she reached up to the clouds and began to pour

a huddled mound that had been growing

these things, the new things, let them utterly alone and see

a thing of meshes; he had simply gone to sleep

but never afterwards recovered an image of embracing arms

what was really in their eyes

the surface of still water and the white note

the shadows fell further and the sky glowed deeper; but nothing

changed--nothing could

Oh the deep deep bath, the soft cool splash in the stillness!

the vast neighbourhood, under the trumpet-blare of the sky

unquenched, some happy thought of an individual breast

this time, with his lightened hand, the whole of the long line

a distance the sound of slow sweet bells

the summer sprinkles that bring out sweet smells