The Mountain Road

COMING down the mountain road  
 Light of heart and all alone,  
I caught from every rill that flowed  
 A rapture of its own.  
 
Heart and mind sang on together,  
 Rhymes began to meet and run  
In the windy mountain weather  
 And the winter sun.  
 
Clad in freshest light and sweet  
 Far and far the city lay  
With her suburbs at her feet  
 Round the laughing bay.  
 
Like an eagle lifted high  
 Half the radiant world I scanned,  
Till the deep unclouded sky  
 Circled sea and land.  
 
No more was thought a weary load,  
 Older comforts stirred within,  
Coming down the mountain road  
 The earth and I were kin.