For what thou wast, and all that thou hast borne.
Brother to the skies, companion to the hills,
Comrade of the clouds and mother of the rills,
Gatherer of dews, garnerer of herb and flowers,
Guardian of the muse in trysting twilight hours—
O, I would mourn for thee.
And I would honor thee for what thou’st done,
Scorner of winter’s wind and summer’s sun,
Builder of birds’ nests, brewer of bubbling pool,
Painter of shadows dark on landscapes cool,