The mountain sat upon the plain
In his eternal chair,
His observation omnifold,
His inquest everywhere.
The seasons played around his knees,
Like children round a sire:
Grandfather of the days is he,
Of dawn, the ancestor.
First print Nature XXI, 21
Johnson 975 | Franklin 970
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