Milky

The mountains are
Much closer to
The heavens than
The sky would choose

So pouring out
Her milky white
She hides behind
A milky blush

For trav'lers see
Much more of her
Then blackest sky
Would choose to show

To other men
Entrapped in lives
Who firmly sit
In holes below

To beauty blind
They trod along
To tones, they are
Deaf, deaf to songs

She sings of things
All greater than
Those sung by mean
Who die below

To mountains, run
My invalids
Such wonder see!
Hear notes again!

Her milky blush
Made not in vain
If men can learn
Her song again