When old Noah stared across the floods, <br />Sky and water melted into one <br />Looking-glass of shifting tides and sun. <br /> <br />Mountain-tops were few: the ship was foul: <br />All the morn old Noah marvelled greatly <br />At this weltering world that shone so stately, <br />Drowning deep the rivers and the plains. <br />Through the stillness came a rippling breeze; <br />Noah sighed, remembering the green trees. <br /> <br />Clear along the morning stooped a bird,— <br />Lit beside him with a blossomed sprig. <br />Earth was saved; and Noah danced a jig.<br /><br />Siegfried Sassoon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/noah/
