I was the height of the high peaks...
The clouds caressed me with great gestures
and the wide love of misty spaces
clove to me, placid.
I felt the delightfulness of springs
born in my flanks, gifts of the glaciers;
and in the ample quietude of horizons
I felt the reposeful sleep of storms.
And when the sky opened about me
and the sun laughed on my green planes