Bath of Joy

Once, I walked upon a mountain’s ridge
While cloudy skies spread purplish, pinkish, green.
These colors meshed and mixed, then drew apart
As cloud fell into cloud and rolled around.
I stopped, looked down and saw a steel bridge,
The loveliest bracelet I had ever seen,
Pure silv’ry white, half circling work of art,
Round arm of smooth lead water, moving slow.
Above, below, these beauties held me rapt,
While in between a thousand poplars’ leaves
Made play with playful breezes of no sound.
Then darkness came; the clouds above clapped!
Lightning, rain, and myself, exulting so!
Such bath of joy life’s worshipper receives.

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