ploughing the snow.
The Mountain watches and possesses now
a festival afternoon of sparkling white,
pierced by the thrilling flights of vivid glancing skis—
pierced by the shooting downward in death-like dive,
of flat toboggans on the mountain slide.
Impertinence the Mountain tolerates!
The flashing facets of an ice palace
reared in a square beside a towering church of massive stone,
for half a continent to gaze upon if it so desires,