ON THE LEDGE.
"I lie out here on a ledge, with the surf on the rocks below me,
The hazy sunlight above and the whispering forest behind;
I lie and listen, O lake, to the legends and songs you throw me,
Out of the murmurous moods of your multitudinous mind.
"I lie and listen, a sound like voices of distant thunder,
The roar and throb of your life in your rock-wall's mighty cells;
Then after a softer voice that comes from the beaches under,
A chiming of waves on rocks, a laughter of silver bells.
"A glimmer of bird-like boats, that loom from the far horizon;