Alone I stand on the edge of a cliff, gazing <br />The child-crafts, on their dark azure abode, bowing <br />To the ghastly, mighty Mountain trembling the sea. <br />He yields the whirling winds through my body to breathe <br />Life to me, revitalizing my young body. <br /> <br />I sail, snail-like, to go stand on His wrinkled skin <br />And absorb the thunderous Mountain exertin' <br />Command on me as I fumble on him crying,
