I meet full in the face
A snowy pass, and sheets like glass
Have led me to this place
My snowshoes, and my deep bruise
Are all that I have packed
And preparation, for this veneration
Are all that I have lacked
A taciturn mood, a thoughtful brood
Happen when I reflect
On frozen walls, of mighty falls
In her beauty decked
There is a measure, a hidden treasure
Beneath her constant thunder
What histories, and deep mysteries
From her I could plunder
The air is frozen, but if chosen
I would forever stay
To watch the light, for sheer delight
In her mistings play
There is a nook, where we can look
At she who's ever speaking
Sit awhile, let out that smile
Which through your lips is peeking
All frustration, and consternation
Are churned up in her pool
And this sensation, by gradation
leaves my troubled mind cool
The wind whips, as my heart sips
From her grace filled song
And out of all, by nature's call
My soul does here belong
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