Before the Maker, hand in hand,
There will be much that we shall ask!
WHITE BUTTERFLIES
Schwartz Wald
The heat of the mid-day has smitten the forest-land dumb!
The mountains are closing their eyes in a languorous dream,
The boulders stand stark, where the torrents once hastened to come,
For Earth in her passion is wholly consuming their stream.
The ardour and terror of living is rife in the air,